Creating sexual tension
I have wanted to write about Sexual Tension forever, and after reading Jack’s most recent post on creating excellent sex I decided it was time to dive into this war-pig of a topic.
- Why do you want to fuck the bad boy? the bitch?
- Why would a man be aroused (secretly?) by the thought of his wife cheating?
- Why did your friend sleep with her married boss?
- Why is cheating as exciting as it is repulsive?
- Why is “adventurous” sex so arousing?
- Why is breakup and make up sex so incredible?
All of this coalesces down to the incredibly powerful force of sexual tension. The THC in the brownie of attraction.
18 and I learn the power of sexual tension
I was sitting in the back row of my welding class when I first saw Linda. I was only 18 and my ego still unformed, produced the word “dike.” Linda had short spiky blond hair, vivid blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a surfer physique. She rarely wore bras and her nipples guiltily drew my eyes as she removed her motorcycle jacket.
Initially I discredited Linda, she didn’t fit what I considered attractive. She was 12 years older than me, probably a lesbian, and looked at me as if I were a child deserving rebuke. Hell, I probably did since she was my professor and I her student.
I was a damn good welder, to many people this doesn’t mean much but welding is art, you have to feel the metal, the heat and flow. You must allow a fluency to develop that is nearly sexual in nature. Linda was the best welder I have ever seen, the beads she would lay down, pure perfection… I found myself admiring Linda and an intense attraction followed.
One night while completing my masturbatory ritual, Linda popped into my brain to finish the job. The next day my orgasm lingered in class and without my knowledge I made a move. She was in my welding booth showing me how to use a 10,000 degree thermalance to dig out a weld when my hand reached out and caressed the side of her leg. Linda’s hand froze; she stopped, flipped up her visor and stared at me. No words passed and she walked away expression unreadable, I nearly took a torch to my treacherous hand.
A week later she approached me, “Mike, you busy on Friday? I need some help with a few things at my studio.” Was I mistaken, or was this a verbal version of my hand on Linda’s leg? “Ah, sure…” her glance lingered for a second, giving me a glimpse into her intentions but I was too young to read the fear and excitement in her eyes.
When I arrived, there was energy in the air, a sexual ozone I could almost taste. I knew why I was there and she knew why she invited me but we danced around the intensity, allowing the awkwardness to build it even further.
After an hour of pretending I summoned the strength to approach her. While she poured me a coffee I walked smoothly behind her, holding her waist, nuzzling my face in the nape of her neck. The tension cracked with the touch and she turned violently with anger in her eyes but lust over powered it.
We made love, no… actually we fucked, for hours and hours releasing all of the month’s tension with each orgasm. Linda finally pushed me off, “Jesus, stop! Damn, I should have taken you home a month ago.” She fell back exhausted to the bed and we fell into a deep post coital sleep.
This is a perfect example of the power of sexual tension. It is also an excellent example of one that is not sustainable. This was more of a junk food, lustful form of it but in the extremes we can understand how and why this tension over powers our rational thought.
In the next few posts I would like to:
1. Explore negative sexual tension and how to circumvent it.
2. Understand positive sexual tension and how to build it
Continue to part two Negative sexual Tension – the Karaoke box