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[botias]

Speaking of sex. The drive to write sometimes is enough like it to drive me insane. This L/A fic is eeeting my brain. To have this need to write and be unable to satisfy it due to say, life, to be only able to write in fits and snatches. I swear TO GOD it is just like making out all day and being interrupted on the edge of orgasm over and over again until after a few days you just become terribly discouraged and deflated and want to cry.

ETA: I am fine now, thank you, but I just think it's wild and strange.

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[botias.livejournal.com]

It's more to do with that I started really getting into the current moment and not worrying about whether things would ever get any farther or not. Not letting what might not happen spoil my enjoyment of a perfectly good make-out session.

The other sounds more like deliberately not finishing as some sort of technique and that's... not me. :) My obstacles to orgasm are definitely external.

[bendy1.livejournal.com]

Well the cult died out so it can't have been that popular. The company they had still make cutlery though!

The journey is as satisfying as the end only if you aren't consistently just-nearly-there-if-only-bah-humbug.