…when the two of you are getting undressed, that you realize that in a matter of moments, you’re about to engage in something and something that, in the minds of many, isn’t exactly according to Hoyle because the other person who’s undressing right along with you is, at least in form, just as male as you are.
It’s a rather reflective moment, as your eyes take in the sight of him getting naked; maybe you’re able to see his dick and maybe it’s still flaccid or innthe process of becoming erect; maybe you’re looking at the curves of his backside and other aspects of his body and wondering what his body will feel like against your own. You know he’s also watching you, his eyes capturing and storing every detail they can and, in all likelihood, having some of the same thoughts you’re having.
You know what’s about to happen – all of that was agreed to before the two of you were in the same place at the same time – but in this quiet space, maybe you’re asking yourself why you’re about to engage in sexual congress with him and, no, it’s not always as rhetorical a question as that may seem; things aren’t as obvious as they appear to be because in the deep recesses of your thoughts, you know that the now-naked person before you is supposed to always be female… except you also know that, um, that’s not the whole truth of things and more so since this isn’t the first time you’ve been I this exact situation… and if it is your first time, well, you’re about to find out something interesting.
In that moment, I’ve actually been asked, “What are you thinking about?” – and it’s not an easy question to answer because I’m thinking about so many things and much of what’s going through my thoughts have nothing to do with what’s about to happen and that’s despite the fact that I’m trying to blanket my thoughts so that the more prevalent ones are in focus. There’s always the anticipation, always the wondering of how everything will hash itself out and other things that will not be known until they actually happen.
Once things begin, that moment passes; now it’s not so much about thinking as it is about doing although that’s really another set of thought and depending on how many times you’ve done this, it really feels like being on autopilot more than anything resembling conscious thought. But that initial moment is like, wow, what’s going on here?
And what you eventually realize is that the answer is, “Nothing that nature didn’t intend to happen…” and the issue isn’t as much about what you’re doing but who you’re doing it with. All after the fact, you can find yourself pondering this, revisiting the moral implications of, say, having spent a period of time sucking in each other’s dicks until ejaculation is achieved. You might even shake your head over it all as you think about how many would find this highly acceptable if the person who induced you to ejaculate was female but since that person wasn’t – but the exact same result was achieved – well, that’s perceived to be a problem.
Since such think can cause headaches, you set it aside and devote some thought toward the next time you find yourself in this moment, when you’re undressing before and for someone and without regard to that person’s sex. It’s a special moment and one that, perhaps, not many actually give much thought to; after all, you’re about to get laid so what’s there to think about?
Ya might might be surprised…