At the risk of oversharing: quite by chance, I've lately rediscovered the simple charms of the handie.
To be honest it had always seemed the bwamp bwamp of adolescent sex. But, in retrospect, even back then in my girlfriend's old Malibu Classic in her driveway after dark, the calculations, at least for her, were probably more complicated than I could have imagined. Handies-- especially teenage handies -- were a super easy way to end the evening if you had homework to do, but were also super duper messy. Like exploding éclair messy.
And even for a teenage guy it was a consolation prize. And who wants an exploding éclair for a consolation prize? Seriously.
But somehow the exploding éclair has worked its way back onto the menu at Chez RealRealDeep. I think because it feels so 1970's naughty. I mean, remember the Stones' Sticky Fingers album cover? Like that. Kinda icky but definitely kinda like, ok, yeah, that's, yeah.
Groping (consensual groping -- calm down!) may be a lost art, but lately I've noticed a new, sort of underground movement among the whoring class: the cuddleslut. There's a lot of spooning going on out there right now, people. The big spoon reach-around is making a huuuuuge comeback, let me tell you.
Along with the exploding éclair.