Good sex mistaken for a good relationship?

TOPIC: Can good sex be mistaken for a good relationship?

I keep having this reoccuring idea. When someone has been alone for a long time, or, on the otherhand, been with someone for a very long time, or flat out jus used to casual sex, can good sex make that person believe he/she is really 'infatuated' with someone?

Pause. Think.

(Pause. Think. Comment. Continue:)

Good sex can be mistaken for a good relationship, but I believe that it is the time spent that really matters. Receiving a certain great feeling or touch can be almost addicting, and this is where the problem is. For instance, knowing or meeting someone, hooking up, lusting for their touch frequently and making a relationship based upon it is one thing, but knowing or meeting someone, spending time getting to know if you really enjoy their company or not, and the sex just so happens to make headlines off the Richter Scale is another thing. There are a lot of physical connections and feelings being made during intercourse that often aren't verbally exchanged. These emotions should be conversed, so that someone can know where he/she might stand with the other person. While I was pausing to think, I found this lady. She talks about 'easy' and 'relationships'. Sounds like an oxymoron, huh?

I have to conclude that I do believe that in order to have and keep a good relationship some sexual activity is mandatory. No one wants their lover out sniffing around behind their back for some pleasure, so give it to them yourself! Think you've tried it all? Haven't tried at all? Looks like you haven't been reading your Cosmopolitan. Go there now and visit their 75 crazy-hot sex moves.

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My first day!

Hello all!

I just wanted to give a warm welcome to everyone visiting me. Over the next few days this page will be changing appearance a lot, just give me a little time. From here on out I'm just going to blog with no restrictions and talk like no tomorrow! Here goes a sample:

So, I woke up early to sweet, gentle kisses on my lips and face. Sleepy and still dazed, I tenderly kissed back. Ah, the rowdy, rough, and rugged man of my dreams was laying over top of me wispering his most sincere goodbyes. Oh, how I do hate it when he leaves me, but oh, how I do love to watch him walk away..even if he is just wearing cameo cargos and a beater. Rugged. No white man I know has an ass like that.

My horse does though.. but then again, he's black! Ha!

Check him out:

That's my boy, Duke. He's a Morgan horse, and a headstrong champion at 10 years young. He's solid muscle, solid attitude, and solid black, except for his back left foot has a little white sock on it. How cute? Hehe, I call him my "Cowboy Horse". You know, the cowboy always has that perfect horse that seems to do everything he wants it to ie. fear nothing, bring him his hat, wait for him outside the saloon, share a beer, that's DUKE, and that's where I'm going. I need to spend today doing something exhilarating, so it's off to the stables with me. I'm going on a wild ride! ;)