More on Sex

Okay, I wrote something yesterday, and I got reactions on each side of the isle. And then I started pondering things. You know, I tend to write one page on most topics for two reasons – (1) it is hard enough for me to be "on topic" for one paragraph, more or less page, and (2) my readers don't need more than a page of my writing per day. This is a blog, not a book.

But I said something yesterday that needed explaining; and I did not explain what I mean. I said that men need sex, and to my surprise, men were questioning me. My first reaction was, "hey, you are not trying to bed me so please tell the truth." Then my next reaction was "what the heck?" I really wanted to use the "F word" but I was not that passionate about the thought. I was a tired Leesa yesterday.

So last night, when I was fucking my hubbie. Just joking. We did not do it last night, and I don't think about bloggers when I am getting it on with him. I mean, I have other things to think about, like giving him directions. I mean, you know, my clitoris does not move from one location to another, but directions are sometimes needed.

Okay, I really want to delete the last paragraph, but I am afraid if I do, I will not meet my one page. Crap.

Anyway, when I said that guys want sex, I was not really saying that they are only interested in their own orgasms. When I was in my twenties, I really thought that's all guys wanted. Their own orgasm, which is silly because a sock doesn't demand nearly as much as I do and a sock will give him an orgasm each and every time. No weeks off when "the aunt visits." But I did not know men. I had been in some relationships, but no long term sexual relationships. So all of my experience was tied to brief encounters. Perhaps "tied" was not the word I really wanted to use there.

So the men were just happy to be getting some, and I did not know what I was doing either. We did not learn each other at all; again in my early years.

Even when I was just married, I thought that men just wanted sex, because when my man had sex, I got more romance, more attention, more everything that makes my heart pitter-patter. But, years into my marriage I figured it out. [I am such a dolt.] Men derive more pleasure from giving pleasure than they do by receiving pleasure (at least in a committed relationship). My man would get puffy-chested after loving me so well, regardless of what he experienced. And lets face it, men get an orgasm every time they cum. But sex still the thing that gets him to connect with me. I am not talking about sex all of the time. But through sex, he seems to become more sensitive, more caring, more in touch with his feelings. And not because he experiences an orgasm.

Now one thing that gets me – all of these erectile dysfunction drug (Viagra, Levitra and Cialis) ads on television. I did not know that erectile dysfunction was a huge problem – okay, huge is not the word that I should have used. Unintentional, but now I have the giggles. These commercials make me think that erectile dysfunction is a major problem in the United States. Either that or finally someone has thought about marketing a drug that you need to take every time you want to get it on. I can see them in the board room of a pharmaceutical company. Okay, we need a drug for horny guys. We have found that horny guys have lots of cash. And the little guy in the corner with the nerdy glasses and the nasal voice says, "We could find a drug that helps with ED. Horny guys that can't have an erection every time will pay a premium for bigger erections." And the guy continued, "There is this one drug that was developed for pulmonary arterial hypertension; thing is, one side effect was that the men all got these massive woodies."

Okay, off point. I start thinking about woodies and don't know what the crap I was thinking about. Was it men that were all about sex?