Mixing in Pain


If you haven’t been there, you don’t know.

Why does pain work?

It’s easy to look at rougher sex and think, “Holy crap that looks like it hurts.  Why?”

Because blood rushes to the spot.  (That’s why it goes all pink and red.)

Because your pleasure and pain neurons are pretty much on the same routes.

Because there’s an adrenaline rush, which is basically magic for the reproductive urge.


Because it forces you to pay attention.  To stay in the moment.  To stop thinking about minutia.  It keeps you on your toes.  It keeps you from making grocery lists in your head while you’re having sex.

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