Do I like the thought of having my clothes torn from my body in the heat of passion? What a daft question, of course I do!
However, clothes aren’t as easy to tear in reality as they are in your mind. I’ve experienced my partner attempting to rip clothes from me, only to forget the reasons why they’re trying to rip them and end up so focused on the ripping the moment was lost. And times where the ripping didn’t happen and the passion turned into fits of giggles.
After a discussion the other day I did come to the realisation that actually it’s something that occurs far more early on in a relationship, when that fire burns far more brightly. My partner and I have been together eight years now and whilst we still want each other as much as we always have, sex has become much more practical.
We have quickies whilst dinner is in the oven or have lazy morning sex but rarely are we out somewhere and want to tear each other’s clothes off as we get home. I do miss those times of passion but actually I love what we do have now too. We’re more in tune with each other’s needs and bodies.
There is something I have yet to experience that is definitely on my fuckit list, I want my clothes slowly and methodically cut and torn from my body. I want to see that evil glint in his eyes as he does it.