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Sex is easy

Sex is easy.

Just hormones playing their role, fluids and juices from the bodies mixing up together, muscles tired, and, sad but true, ridiculous movements to find the right spot, the right angle, most of the time in unconfortable positions.

Nevertheless it is easy, it allows you to spend your time by employing yourself in a fun activity that blows your mind away for an hour, even two if you are lucky enough.

Sex is easy.

Especially when a woman wants it. She, we, I, can always find a man willing to have sex, apparently, just by asking the right persons. And usually it is always great sex, without restraints. If one can consider great having sex without love, of course. Which I have always been able to do, until now.

For a man, an average man let's say, is a bit more complicated to obtain just sex for its own sake. Not impossible of course, but finding a girl free enough from social stereotypes or, last but not least, interested enough, is not always that straightforward.

Therefore, men at some point, surrender to love relationships even just in order to have sex, while a girl can choose, most of the time, if she wants to look for sex or love at some point.

Then, there is the case of someone who is in love but cannot make love to the beloved one. Because of course it is a one way only sentiment.

In this case you split in two. An aching person that loves someone, on one side, and a sex goddess that can have sex with someone else at the same time, without actually running the risk to mess up things with the person whom you are having sex with. It is 'safe' sex, cause deep inside you, you know that you cannot fall in love with anyone else, because your heart is already occupied. You know that the sex goddess cannot fall in love. You are protected. Because only the true you, the one who now is hurt, could fall in love.

A performance that makes everything easy, everything without complications whatsoever. It did not seem possible, and somehow you see it working only for you, because if the person you love does something like this, chances are you would go mad.

Sex is easy.

It eases off the pain of love for a while, but the downside is that it leaves you empty or even indifferent afterwards. It is just sex. Wonderful as it may be, it doesn't, it can't linger around you that much.

A great passtime. Not healing. Not curing. Not binding.

I wish I was the same person I was before loving you.


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