According to Wiki foreplay is: In human sexual behavior, foreplay is a set of intimate psychological and physical acts between two or more people meant to create and increase sexual arousal, in anticipation of sexual intercourse. Any act that creates and enhances sexual stimulation between the sex partners may constitute foreplay, including kissing, touching, embracing, talking, and teasing.


Ah, that’s the rub: psychological and physical acts.


Some believe that foreplay is purely physical, however I beg to differ. If you consider the nature of foreplay as physical, you’re overlooked…neigh denied yourself the pleasure of the psychological elements there of. The journey down the road to fornication begins long before any physical contact takes place. Its common knowledge that the brain is the most complex erogenous zone one has, yet the notion of psychological foreplay flummoxes us. Sex is psychological so it only seems natural that foreplay be so.


Psychological foreplay is the anticipation of intimacy. It can begin with a simple note casually left for them in the morning. It doesn’t have to be long and languorous running sentences of seduction and sensuality: it can be a flirtation text, sticky note, hand-written letter and/or voicemail; it’s the passing glances and “baby, I’m going to wear your ass out” facial expressions.


This form of foreplay play is what I equate to stacking building blocks; the tower can only go so high before it topples. Ah, that’s the aforementioned anticipation of intimacy. By the time you see one another one of two things will happen: À la carte lovin’ or denial. Denial if there are kids vying for attention (which is still a turn on because the anticipation continues to build) and À la carte lovin’ if the walls of the dam are giving way.


Greg has turned psychological foreplay into an extracurricular activity. Seriously, by the time he’s done with me I’m pulling him to our boudoir begging him to justify my love.


But this isn’t to set aside physical foreplay. Seduction is an art. The easiest way to slay your sex life is to become complacent. Some people find it difficult seeing the person they love as the person they’d like to *screw. My theory is if more people were willing to color outside the lines of their Puritanical no-fly zone sexual syllabus they could over come these hurdles.


Anyway, these are the ranting of a sated wife. Judge if you will. :)

*The nuances between making love and screwing is an entirely different blog post, we’ll revisit the topic later…I’m talking about screwing.

Tracy