Words only get in the way
Wow, I just had one of the best, top 10 sexual experiences of my life. It was with Pa, a chubby 33 yo of Japanese heritage here in west LA. We made out for a while then I sucked his dick, then he fucked me on my stomach, then on my back, piledriver style like in the best pornos. Our bodies pressed tightly together, our sweat mixing. What made this encounter unique is how little we said. The only words uttered during the 90 minute sexcapade was him saying in the beginning, "shall we get to it?" Throughout all the kissing, sucking and fucking, it seemed inappropriate to say anything. We were communicating with our antennas. That's what I remember about the two guys I went out with in Japan: their samurai seriousness, skill, and how we communicated without speaking. Was it by glances? Body language? Maybe that was part of it, but from the first person perspective, the best way I can describe it is antennas and signals, mind-reading without the need to say anything. We were evolved past spoken communication. Side note: the auspicious thing about tonight is it was Oscars night, no small observation in LA where the even takes on a religious significance not unlike the auguries of Ancient Rome. We may not acknowledge it verbally, but we are very much aware of them and live in their shadow.