As a general rule, I only have one cup of coffee a day, usually in the morning. I am a creature of habit where my cup o’ joe is concerned so if I do decide to have one, there are only about three cafés from which I would procure my Cappuccino. I detest mediocre coffee with a passion so I prefer my tried and tested baristas to avoid disappointment. Once the perfect brew is in my hand, I can face the day ahead. Coffee is definitely one of life’s simple pleasures but it needs to be good.
Occasionally however, I find myself ordering a coffee even if I don’t really, really need it. Some mornings, I wind up getting 12oz of caffeine just because there’s a parking spot miraculously in front of my favourite coffee shop. If my husband goes on a coffee run and offers to get me a takeaway, I accept even though it’d be my second cup in an hour. Other times, I’m simply sucked in by the allure of an unexplored café, which for all I know may serve shit coffee. My logic: Sure, why not?
How I have coffee is sometimes how I have sex. For most part, I’m choosy about how I get laid and when, but every now and then, I’ll impulsively accept the chance to have sex just like that superfluous post-lunch Cappuccino. Why? Because it seemed like a good idea at the time and well… Sure, why not? Like coffee, I love sex so I find it hard to pass it up unless there’s some valid reason to decline.
I’m writing this post because it’s only February and I’ve already had sex three times largely due to a case of Sure, why not? Before you suggest that I may have some sex addiction issue that drives me to have sex for the sake of it, that’s not the case at all. I have never fucked someone who wasn’t at least somewhat sexually attractive to me, and I would never have sex unless I absolutely wanted it. Just to clarify, no one should have sex if they don’t want to.
In all three situations, the sex was enjoyable but nothing to write about (except for this post). If I get back to my coffee analogy, they weren’t that must-have serve of cold drip coffee made with beans hand picked by Costa Rican virgins. They were more like a McCafé offering: the initial mouthful is satisfying but you could easily take or leave the rest of the cup. Still, when it’s on offer, why not?
I realise that I’m not like most women in that I can have sex (and enjoy it) with men who don’t absolutely float my boat with intense sexual chemistry. Naturally I prefer playing with guys I’m really into but if they’re not available, or we’re trialling a new playfriend, then I won’t say no to having sex with an well-presented guy who says and does the right things. After all, you don’t really know how good or bad the sex is going to be unless you give him a run. I’ve been pleasantly surprised in the past.
So what happens if he sucks? Fortunately, I’ve never had sex that was so bad that I regretted it. Just like average coffee though, I would never go back for seconds, which in my experience has left some guys perplexed. One guy many years ago couldn’t work out why (since I fucked him once) I didn’t want to fuck him again. He wasn’t awful but Sure, why not? is usually a one-time offer. That’s just how I roll. #sorrynotsorry
I don’t have a problem with my Sure, Why not? approach to fucking, other than if it cost me the opportunity to have better sex with someone else. If I wasn’t allowed to have more than one play session per week then I probably would think twice about shagging a guy on a whim. Indeed, having had some sizzlingly hot sessions with regular playmates lately, there’s something to be said for developing that intense urge to get a fix of someone, even if it means passing up other cocks.
Fortunately, my husband doesn’t mind how many cups of coffee I partake in so more than likely I’ll still have sex occasionally just because I simply can. I’m still on a fun journey of sexual discovery and like an intrepid archeologist, I rather enjoy visiting uncharted territory as well as familiar grounds.
But that’s a different analogy for another time!