Or, how to use the Lockdown to broaden your horizontal horizons
The virus is affecting our sex life in one of two ways, I think. It’s either forcing us together in delirious, terrified, “The world might end! You can do that thing with the spatula if you want!” lust. Or it’s freaking us out so much that we just want to lie in bed, alone, eating Wotsits.
I spent the first week doing the latter. Then I accidentally stumbled into the Former, and I can shakily tell you, it’s much more fun.
Sex is a natural stress reliever, an endorphin-booster, an annoyance-destroyer. Even if you’re married to an easy-going hero (like I am), you can still build-up rage over anything, given enough time and not enough sleep. But one decent skirmish under the covers and you’ll find that All Is Forgiven.
To get that dizzying hit of happiness, you need to try something new and different. Your brain, and your bits, love the unexpected.
A generic, gentle married-bonk isn’t going to cut it, though. Even though any kind of sex ramps up your endorphins and calms your cortisol, it doesn’t produce the kind of dopamine boost that leaves you feeling ecstatic. To get that dizzying hit of happiness, you need to try something new and different. Your brain, and your bits, love the unexpected.
So here is my guide to spicing things up. It’s not a next-level guide; if you’ve already got handcuffs and anal beads in your bedside drawer you’re going to find this way too vanilla.
But if you feel like adding a tiny touch of role play, or some toys, to your traditional Tuesday-night action, read my feature by clicking the link below:
How are finding lockdown? Is it driving you to experiment with new things? Or are you lying on a Wotsit-crusted bed of tears? Let me know in the comments.