A few weeks ago, I was eating dinner with a good friend and a couple she knew walked in and sat next to us. The girl started to tell us about the fireplace she has in her new apartment with a bear skin rug in front of it. Her boyfriend (of 2 months) added, "we made love on it." In total disgust of the phrase "make love," I turned to my friend and said, "Who makes love anymore? People fuck."
Last weekend when I was getting frisky with Mr. Pull-Out, he thought it would be a good idea to say, "I want to make love to you." I slapped him on the head and blurted out, "I'm ready for us to fuck."
Now, maybe I've clearly become a man about sex and relationships, but seriously...who makes love anymore? Have you seen the positions we engage in when we're doing the dirty? That shit ain't love, that's pure ecstasy. If you played the game "which one doesn't belong?", I think it's pretty clear which one doesn't in this list of actions: doggy-style, suck cock, lick pussy, pinch nipple, cum on face, and love.
When I think of people "making love," I think butterflies are coming out of vaginas as rainbows are shooting out of assholes. Alas, that's not what happens. So let's just call it what it is and try not to sugarcoat it anymore. Besides, I'm not looking for love, so why bother making it?
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