Do you want a better, longer lasting, more fulfilling orgasm?
Do you feel you current ‘explosions’ of passion are not really lifting off and are well…somehow lacking?
Do you sometimes wonder if you’ve ever reached the pinnacle of sexual arousal and release?
If you have said “yes” to any of the above then its very likely you’ve never reached the height of sexual pleasure that you deserve!
Well, have I got news for you!
That’s how most ads begin. The promise of skyrockets in flight and many more untold pleasures, at least the more provocative commercials anyway.
The idea with any marketing campaign is to make the consumer feel as if we are missing out. With the product and or ‘secret knowledge’ or both your life will be transformed.
And that is the key to any successful marketing campaign is selling the experience or guaranteed results of whatever it is you’ve been convinced will transform you and/or your life.
With regard to sex, all you have to do is watch the CIALIS or VIAGRA commercials as couples gleefully begin to have sex in the morning and afternoon once again and the men dance gaily down the street now that they can produce a hard-on once more!
A little suspect, don’t you think? And for the record there are many reasons why men may experience erectile dysfunction, diet, stress, drug and alcohol abuse, just to name a few.
Still it’s not unusual for couples to fall into a repetitive routine when it comes to sex. Find what works and run with it. Only problem with taking this approach is that it can lead to a rather boring, mundane and lack luster sexual experience.
Its finding those moments when you both move outside your comfort zone and experiment that you may well find the desired spice you’re seeking.
For many people, rather than work on this aspect of the relationship, they begin to look elsewhere.
If you’ve been in a relationship where the sex was fabulous and frequent and now find it sadly lacking there are any number of issues that could have contributed to this. Stress is likely at the top of the list.
Having a career, a mortgage, children, daycare, and kazillion other activities demanding attention…the luxury of sex can be reduced to a half hour in bed before you go to sleep at night.
Many have stated that those who signed up with ‘ASHLEY MADISON’ have gotten their justice deserved.
The latest report is that the site was hacked by someone who worked on the inside or at one time did and knew how to expose 37 milliion customers.
In truth I consider the site itself to be quite pathetic; however, I am very dismayed and shocked at the breach that occurred. That someone took it upon themselves to exploit this website for whatever condescending reasons, certainly didn’t take into consideration the residue effect this would have on the family members of Ashely Madison’s clients’.
Most notably the children.
Now cheating of any kind may be considered reprehensible in a purist society. We are anything but. Look around you’ll see that it is happening everyday and occurs frequently on a large scale in all forms. In schools, at the workplace just to mention two problem areas.
Buy into the marriage machine and have the 2.5 children, the job, the house and fully is finding this isn’t quite what they had in mind.
Then you find that it’s not quite what you had anticipated.
You want the thrill, the instant gratification…you want something better
But sex sells. It always has and likely always will. The illusion of a coupling so completely wild and uninhibited; free of guilt…free of fear…free of thought.
There is something very simple and primitive in the sexual act that is deeply beautiful in my mind.
The way by which we are attracted to one another is so random at times.
Through tens of thousands of years of evolution though we’ve managed to clutter and confuse the very idea of sex.
It certainly is the way by which we procreate. No argument there, however, we are the only know species that actually mates because we fucking well love it!
Yet we’ve taken that knowledge and twisted it into all kinds of misinformation.
Why, for example, do we still find it so difficult to talk to our children about the sexual act and all the emotions and feelings that go with it?
A few years back a friend of mine had tickets to the ‘Taboo: Naughty but Nice’ exhibition here in Vancouver. We toddled off and entered 20,000 sq. ft. of all things sexual.
Spanking 101, Bondage 101, Extreme Bondage, 202, How to Talk Dirty…effectively. Playmates with boob jobs that were huge and of disproportionate excess strolled the aisles encouraging the masses of nervous and wide-eyed people to relax and enjoy.
Now I’m naturally well-endowed and have found the girls get in the way at times…particularly when I’m trying on clothing. I can’t imagine having or wanting the basketballs these gals had implanted.
And as I pondered how uncomfortable melons of that size would be, a young woman smiled at me and ventured into my path. I smiled back.
She stepped forward now and with conspiratorial tone she asked, “Have you ever been at work and suddenly felt extremely horny and wondered what to do?” Pausing impishly she asked if I’d like to know how to remedy such a situation.
I smiled “Do tell.” I encouraged.
My friend and I followed her over to her booth where she slipped a tiny vibrator onto her finger.
“Just excuse yourself to the restroom facilities, drop your drawers and have at her…” she cooed as the mini-vibrator was applied over her clothing in the vaginal area rather suggestively.
It operated on a tiny battery found in some camera’s and calculators.
The cost of $75 was a little steep in my mind. I’m an accountant and in all honesty I can’t recall a time when I’ve ever gotten horny looking at a number.
Even why a young man stood unabashedly naked in the building across from us, I found it more amusing rather than a turn on.
I thought of other times when I was out and about and the need for quick fix for a turn on had arisen. In the end we thanked her and carried on.
There were multi-coloured penis made out everything imaginable. We came to a table with several hundred rings of various shapes and sizes. The sales man launched in to the hard sell. And yes, I did just go there!
I must admit, by the time he stopped to inhale and take another breath, I’d learned more than I’ve ever wanted about penis rings. Sadly I confessed to him that I had no penis in my life to place ring on.
By the end of our sojourn into the world of sexual accessories I was anything but stimulated.
At the end of the day, remember that sex is beautiful energy to be shared. And you make it what it should be.
Nothing more…nothing less. Enjoy.