Loving is better than drugs

[frualeydis]

Sex makes me so happy. Okay, that should be obvious maybe, but still, I don't know if everybody feels so intensely happy the day after having sex. I'm just so happy and grateful that he loves me, that I love him, that he wants to have sex with me and that it's so good. It's like a constant buzzing happy feeling that makes me smile all the time and generally feel so GOOD.
Even if my body hurts lots and I couldn't sleep until after two because I was hurting so much in my shoulders, arms and hips that I couldn't lie down but had to get up and sit and read for half an hour. And that's even after taking paracetamol and ibuprofen, which I take very seldom since it goes over to the milk and they don't know the effect. Usually it has a good effect on the inflammatory activity though, so sometimes I have to. But tonight it didn't help at all.
It hurts lots today too, but I'm still filled with this warm, fuzzy happiness.

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By details. It's so stupid, but it's the main reason why I could never write romantic fiction (which is a "career" I have been contemplating). I can't write descriptions of sex and some of the more graphic descriptions makes me blush when I read them.
I actaully think it is partly because I'm very affected by words, so it becomes sort of private and too personal. It's hard to explain.

Eva

[(Anonymous)]

Interestingly, I've found that men tend to write much more explicit descriptions of sex scenes than women do. Less easily embarrassed? Need more details to fuel the imagination? Whatever the reason, it seems to be an overall trend.

I haven't read the overtly erotic kind of women's books, though, just novels that don't have sex as part of the main theme.

-- Björn