I’m lame but I’m doing this anyway #cherrypiecure

posted by susan-oh-susan / may 12 at 10:30 am / uncategorized / 2 comments

He’s taking a nap, and I’m just popping on my blog to say, again, that sex does make everything better.

And… I would describe for you—especially for you, Jerome and Marcella and Femme, because I know it would give you pleasure—what it is he does, we do.

But you know what?

I don’t want to describe it.

I just want to feel it.

And experience it.

And revel in it.

When I try to put it into words… it is like this ridiculously inferior photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy.

The best I can do is… when we have sex, I believe in God. And I taste Heaven. And…

…all of those statements are totally inadequate.

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2 comments on I’m lame but I’m doing this anyway:

ilikeherbooty-full: That’s the way I feel about your cherry pie, LOL.

Caspian00XO: Word.

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About mjanecolette

Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance TELL ME, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) CONSEQUENCES (of defensive adultery), the award-winning rom-com (she's versatile) CHERRY PIE CURE, and the just released TEXT ME, CUPID--a (slightly dirty) love story for 21st century adults who don't believe in love... but want it anyway. A sought-after speaker and presenter, Colette is also the author of the non-fiction collection of essays ROUGH DRAFT CONFESSIONS: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway, and the curator of the fab YYC Queer Writers anthologies Queer Christmas in Cowtown and Screw Chocolate. Coming in 2019: Once Upon A Queer Summer Night's in Cowtown.

One comment

  1. “When I try to put it into words… it is like this ridiculously inferior photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy.”

    Well, yes. No matter what words you write and I read, they are not going to be the same as an orgasm, or even the sense of skin sliding against slippery skin.

    But you and I are not describing sex to virgins. We use words to point to those spots in our readers’ minds where the sensations were experienced, and where they are still stored and drawn upon for personal pleasure.

    Push the button, and there is the memory of sex, and of orgasms, and pleasure in all of it. The words are just labels. I can say, “they greedily licked my clitoris” and this might not mean much to someone who has never had their clitoris licked and suckled and enjoyed, but to those of us who have, we draw upon the memories, and recall the sensations, and maybe it’s a photocopy of an orgasm rather than the real thing, but if we hold the thought, we can find our way to the real thing, perhaps with a little private stimulation here and there.

    Especially there.

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