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resonantHere's another thing that's all very well for porn but has missed opportunities for romance: the a/b/o worldbuilding trope where the alpha penis sometimes has a knot on it, sometimes resulting in two lovers being tied together for a long period of time. The stories I've read have sometimes mentioned this beforehand, in anticipation or dread -- "and then we'll be attached together for the thirty-minute alpha orgasm" -- but when they actually get there, we usually get a few minutes of conversation or dozing followed by a fade to black.
OK, my first thought about this is actually more porn, namely: I want better descriptions of what it's supposed to feel like to have an orgasm that lasts half an hour. (Who was the comedian in the eighties who said, "My mother was in labor with me for 36 hours. I don't even want to do something that feels good for 36 hours"?)
But on the romance side:
- We can just about keep the awkwardness at bay for long enough to have sex, if we do it so fast and intense that nobody has a chance to say something they can't take back. We definitely can't keep the awkwardness at bay while being unbreakably attached to each other for half an hour.
- Now you're attached to me for thirty minutes, and also somewhat debilitated by pleasure, so I think this would be a great time to ask you that question that you always avoid answering.
- Now I'm attached to you for thirty minutes, and also somewhat debilitated by pleasure, and my ability to pretend that this is just meaningless sex is being severely tried.
- I've had bad luck with prior relationships, and my experience of this thirty minutes has been really godawful. I don't know what it's like to experience this with someone I can actually trust.
- I have to make sure this doesn't happen with us; I owe it to you to make sure you can always make a fast getaway and not be stuck with me for half an hour, because nobody would want that.
- Actually I can do it with you. I just have to make sure we're in a position where you can't see my face while it's happening.
- Holy shit, I've never had anybody talk dirty to me for the entire thirty minutes. Uh, that makes it forty-five minutes. My mind is blown.
OK, my first thought about this is actually more porn, namely: I want better descriptions of what it's supposed to feel like to have an orgasm that lasts half an hour. (Who was the comedian in the eighties who said, "My mother was in labor with me for 36 hours. I don't even want to do something that feels good for 36 hours"?)
But on the romance side:
- We can just about keep the awkwardness at bay for long enough to have sex, if we do it so fast and intense that nobody has a chance to say something they can't take back. We definitely can't keep the awkwardness at bay while being unbreakably attached to each other for half an hour.
- Now you're attached to me for thirty minutes, and also somewhat debilitated by pleasure, so I think this would be a great time to ask you that question that you always avoid answering.
- Now I'm attached to you for thirty minutes, and also somewhat debilitated by pleasure, and my ability to pretend that this is just meaningless sex is being severely tried.
- I've had bad luck with prior relationships, and my experience of this thirty minutes has been really godawful. I don't know what it's like to experience this with someone I can actually trust.
- I have to make sure this doesn't happen with us; I owe it to you to make sure you can always make a fast getaway and not be stuck with me for half an hour, because nobody would want that.
- Actually I can do it with you. I just have to make sure we're in a position where you can't see my face while it's happening.
- Holy shit, I've never had anybody talk dirty to me for the entire thirty minutes. Uh, that makes it forty-five minutes. My mind is blown.