Suddenly for no particular reason feeling in the mood to email Jane.
Hi baby, how is your new life going? You’ve always been such a wonderful sexual person, it never felt right that you were imprisoned in some suburban marriage, it must be so much more exciting now.
I was thinking about what you were saying, you might as well charge for going to a sex-party, well, speaking as a man, I agree.
Strange, but the knowledge that a woman is available, that her consent has already been given, somehow it makes her slightly pitiable, as if there’s something lacking in her life, and it’s the man that’s being sexually generous. Just as in the school playground, easy availability cheapens.
Whereas if it’s a business, then that’s different. The starting point if you have to pay is that the woman knows she’s desirable, she’s not begging. The fact of the money is quickly forgotten, particularly if it’s handled right, normally before clothes come off. It just becomes part of the sexual game, like undressing or stroking or kissing.
And, baby Jane, this is just one instance of the general sexual rule, namely, sex has to be held within some sort of emotional container, if you try to do without, the sex somehow swamps everything, everybody then has to distance themselves. That’s why discovering marital infidelity is so hard to handle, it breaches the emotional container of marriage.
The way I think is that payment creates a commercial transaction, and that’s the container. Like a little walled garden of paradise, you pay your entry fee, stay for an hour or two, wallow in the erotic intoxication, leave, that’s it.
If you can manage it, baby, and it suits you, then it sure is wonderful. After sex with Jenny, the feeling I always have is gratitude, even though I’ve paid, gratitude for her generosity. That’s what I’m sure all your men will feel, you always were such a sexually generous woman. So, as you can probably tell, I’m hoping you go for it and make it work and enjoy it.
Let me know how it goes, baby Jane. Rxxx.