There’s nothing better than watching your front door fly open; having your clothes torn off; allowing your body to melt into another; and being left damp, panting, and tingling all over.
There’s nothing worse than offering yourself over to a man who takes you without a word, pleases himself only, and leaves so quickly the back door nearly nips his ass. I guess that explains why I have a love / hate relationship with the quickie.
The positive sides to the quickie—for those of you scratching your head, a quickie is the short trip to an available body designed for a short romp and nothing else—include spontaneity, the ferocity of the passion in the moment, that good feeling you get when you’re being just a little bit naughty, and how it’s usually a complete surprise.
The other half of the coin can include: a lack of tenderness; little or no foreplay; and the empty, used up feeling that can come over you afterward. After all, the phrase Wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am isn’t exactly what your mother told you to listen for when choosing The One. The quickie can be a little one-sided.
But it doesn’t have to.