Listening to "Hallelujah" right now by the Canadian Tenors...

And yes, Trinity, I feel your spiritual and introspective mood.  
A train is rolling through my little Northern City, shaking my cottage, making me feel nostalgic.  A recent meeting I had found me wrapped in the arms of a big bear of man.  He wanted to hold me, and I wanted to be held.  He squeezed me so protectively.  I felt owned.  I felt completely his for that moment.  His hands kneaded my fleshy breasts, by ass cheeks, my hips.  It was such a turn on, to feel his strength against my skin.  

Another session in my memory turned into an hour of just kissing.  We had all these plans, having communicated via email about our lusts, our desires, our needs.  But when I met him, his lips fit so perfectly with mine.  The taste of his mouth, his lips, his tongue swirling with mine was like heaven.  We pulled away from eachother, breathed.. then went right back into the lip lock.

Never planned.  Always open to the passionate direction of each moment.  I'm in full agreement with you, Trinity.  YMMV.  Sometimes the very best sessions ever happen in energetic response to the other person and simply.. the moment