There is something addictive about this life. The women are fascinating, the sex is great, the variety is… overwhelming.
But one thing civilian life offers that this “hobby” can’t match is time. Wide open time. I mean leisurely sex. I’m not saying sessions aren’t great, but sometimes I feel like I’m doing a greatest hits medley. Lick here, caress there, position 1, position 2, gotta bring her ‘round before the bell rings.
There’s usually not enough time to go off on a tangent, to work some sensitive spot you’d forgotten about, to find new spots, to try something new just to see what happens. Of course, you’ve got time to do all that over the course of several sessions, but there’s nothing like doing it when it’s 4:00 on Saturday afternoon, there’s no game on, and you’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to go. And when 9 o’clock rolls around, you’re both free to collapse and snore your asses off.
Or lazy Sunday mornings when I should be working but her butt just looks too good for me to leave alone. Lazy Sunday mornings that turn into sleepy Sunday evenings.
That stuff. That’s what brings me back to the civvy world.
And what brings me back to this world is being browbeaten about promises I never made, blue balls from sex that’s become selfish and one-sided, introductions to her 5th cousins from Chattanooga I never wanted to meet…
And the fascinating women with their particular set of skills and their sideways ways of thinking