I have been a little quiet lately, digesting, processing, catching up on other things, not wanting a lot of social interaction. Not that I get that here, but there's a certain thing about writing that draws you into mind, that I don't need at the moment. Life is becoming a bit more contemplative than social lately.
But we saw Jean Rollin's Bacchanales Sexuelles last night, which made me laugh. Probably one of the worst movies of all time. I thought it sounded pretty interesting, but was so totally 'bad 70's soft porn', we didn't even finish watching. And that's rare. I love bad movies too, but not this one. There was no dick for a start. Come on, not even one hard-on? There was plenty of tits and pussy. What is so terrible about male anatomy that they couldn't even show one little cock? I felt cheated. (Or is that the definition of 'soft' porn, that there's no 'hard' cock?)
Talking about not finishing things and feeling cheated, what's with this one guys? Husband and I had sex the other morning, and at one point I was seriously enjoying myself, when he suddenly flips me on my stomach, and does me from behind. I guess he just wasn't reading the signals... Hhmm..
0 out of 10 for consideration.
Seriously, I was feeling really thrown off course by that. If he was really into something I was doing, I would stick with it. Unless of course, I didn't want things to end yet, but I would at least check in, rather than just throwing off the whole moment.
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