its the thought, what I know is true.
Its not the act itself that brings such enjoyment, its the payment for doing such act, thats what brings the joy.
(sometimes, while I look into the eyes of a 21 y/o college girl, who I find somewhat intelligent, Im wondering if she is counting the number of thrusts I make into her and then divides her total pay by the thrusts, so she can say, hey, $2.68 more I just made, come on baby, your average is 31 thrusts before you come, just hit me 14 more times and roll over you fucking old man. Damn, Ill have to break out my calculator one more time, the old fucker got in 48 thrusts before he stopped from exhaustion.)
I am a jaded old john.
When Im having sex for fun with a woman, no money involved, Ive never had one jump up for a washcloth to wash me off.
She usually lays down next to me, makes a few jokes, we bullshit, talk about where were going to eat soon, but never, ever, do they jump up and run for a washcloth.
Just an observation. Man, Im jaded.