Sex In the Big City

We have urban art. We have urban culture. And because sex is an art, but an issue that ultimately binds the culture and civilization, or not, we have sex and urban. It is after all normal.

Urban Sex is an activity like any other activity in the metropolis. A social act, by which you make new acquaintances and you relax a bit. As just you can not go on beer continuously with the same people. Or eat snacks/popcorn at the movie every day. And then you make some sex.

Are plenty those who are interested of urban sex. We understand each other with a bling, not too much bureaucracy before the parties agreement. Are you alone? Yes. You’re funny. I know. And you’re quite ok. Ok, anyway, for a Tuesday night, when not really have other things to do. I do not know if I’ve chose you for a Saturday. But today you qualify. And you. Thanks. Thanks.

And now follows simply as “hello”, urban sex. That is a nice act, performed with moderate interest, but real protagonists and polite. “Let me open the door. Please hold my coat. What a nice place you have. You have coffee? No, I do not drink. A, ok, no problem. Is it too cold? They didn’t turn on the heat. No, it’s ok.  it’s the same at my place. A, ok.”

Urban Love minutes are usually successful, because the criteria for joining together the very beginning were strictly aesthetic and pheromones. And with a bit of chemistry above. Protagonists leave satisfied. “Look how well we spent the evening. What inspired you were to ask me if it somehow… Never mind, you were inspired and supported me when you have sent positive signals.”

Nobody says anything about calling each other. May not even remember about it. It is clear that there is no point talking. However, we’ll not have serious things to talk about, like people who are talking in a relationship. What relationship?

But if one of us comes to see if I’m in the mood of doing some urban sex, rang without embarrassment. What are you doing? Where are you?  Like that. Then only administrative details. 7 minutes. Location. Yes beep. I’m coming down stairs.

Urban sex happens again. Clean, dry, no lies, detours and additional problems. A maintenance sex as a winter snow removal, so you can get out of the yard.