Went to the newly-opened academy of sex and relationships, Amora, (http://amoralondon.com/) the other night with my friend Jo and it was a strange little evening.
The place aims to “encourage a deeper understanding of love, sex and relationships” but the only thing it did was turn me on and even that turn-on wasn’t the full gush I usually get but a mere trickle of wetness between the legs.
On the train home I get a text from the guy. Nothing too explicit… just a reminder:
“I can’t wait to fuck you”
And straight away, my heart starts beating faster and I can feel my panties getting wet.
This has got me thinking… how come I wasn’t really responding in a venue that was meant to titillate and seduce (there were orgasm noises piped in at certain sections and loads of skin flicks on strategically placed screens) and yet, he can send me one text, and with just that one sentence, get me to the point where I feel the need to stick fingers down my pants on the last train home?
I’ve watched porn before and yes, I have been stimulated enough by certain flicks (usually girl on girl action) to dig out and rabbit and self-medicate, but this guy can just say the word “pussy” and there I go, zips undone and fingers searching for some relief. Crazy.
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