A mental block.
This business of what to say during sex is becoming a hurdle. A second-hand Hollywood/porn soundtrack fills my head, so I'm no longer sure I can mouth or grunt expressions of...whatever it is we're supposed to emit during the bonk.
This is the difficulty with an analytical viewpoint - it's not sexy.
When one should be breathlessly imploring:
Oh, My GOD, your pussy is just so VELVETY and tight and you're so HOT and SEXY...
etc...
...the calm, detached person's instinct for talking is:
Huh. This feels really good. I wonder how evolution got to the point where a penis snugging into a vagina not only allows for DNA mixing, yet creates emotional satisfaction....
...etc.
You see the problem?
Thinking of dialogue to please the other person doesn't help, because there's no way of knowing (initially, at least) whether she likes:
Oh, yeah, you DIRTY bitch, I know you like it like THIS...
...etc.
Or if she's into:
Darling, let me introduce you to my best friend, Mr Sausage, and how happy you can make him with some light kissing....
etc.
Bottoms Up, You Slutty Bitch You.
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