I wonder if this will be a problem for me long term: this whole need to make people smile.
Take what happened to me only a few days ago…
I was in bed with a gorgeous girl, we'll call her S for the moment. S is as sexy and sensuous as the letter S could provide. She has soft skin, seductive strands of black hair, supple lips, and a sexual tenacity that I can only hope other girls have too. S is incredible in case I didn't give that impression off in the first place.
But while I should have probably been kissing, licking and getting all freaky all up inside of her one August morning, I was instead making her laugh.
Hysterically. (And I'll be making ya'll laugh hysterically with the same thing hopefully soon as I'm working on it.)
But the thing I'm troubled about is this:
Should I have been making S laugh so much that her face created a new shade of red and ran out of air when I could have been, you know, actually having sex?
I wonder if this is going to become a problem for me. You know, getting to know a girl and then getting down to do something sexy but screwing it all up by causing ridiculous amounts of laughter because that's what my personality is.
I mean I know that rambunctious laughter will be the likely result when my mouth isn't full of tongue and is given the opportunity to wriggle around and actually speak, but is it beneficial to be able to make a girl laugh when you're both in bed and probably could be fucking.
I guess it then leads that line to this question:
Can laughter be better than sex?
And that's something I don't know… I just don't know.