I know it’s the digital age and all, but there’s something that needs to be said about sexting. I’m sick and tired of men who think that sending a d*ck picture is an adequate replacement for the real thing. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good sexting session, but a picture is not going to cuddle up next to me after a steamy night of foreplay.
Since the invention of the smart phone, teenagers and young adults have turned into antisocial robots. Walking down the street, you see them with their heads folded over into their hands typing away like their lives depended on it. Texting was great when it was for small talk, but now that it’s slowly replacing sex, I’m putting my foot down. This queen knows what he likes, and an image is never going to satisfy me when I’m hot and bothered.
If I had a nickel for every boy who’s told me that Skype sex has become a normal thing to do with their boyfriend who lives, say, only 5 miles away, I could buy San Francisco and turn it into a Six Flags. Sexting is on the rise, and though it’s perfect to build up adrenaline for your man, it never should be sex’s understudy.
When asked what made Skype sex or sexting so pleasing, most men I’ve spoken with said it “allowed them to feel free.” The worry of smelling nice, shaving close, douching/showering adequately are all out the window, and the only thing you need to worry about is how the lighting looks on your face. Doesn’t this sound a little too much like voyeur porn?
There’s something to be said about the correlation between 21st century pornography and today’s sexual preferences. For those who are addicted to porn and like watching it online, directing their boyfriend through the webcam is bound to offset similar neurotransmitters in the brain that go off when they watch porn, henceforth, creating an addiction similar to that of pornography. It’s actually a very real issue, and you can read more about it in the article “Is Hardcore Porn Making You Soft In The Bedroom?”
I hate to admit it though. Sexting is exciting. There’s nothing like waiting impatiently for your man to sext you back after sending him a shirtless selfie with your penis “photo bombing” the lower right part of the shot. The thrill of it makes us feel slutty which makes us feel naughty. Which makes us feel sexy. We love it.
Still, when sexting and Skype sessions become too much, it is never a good thing. Sex is supposed to be about two bodies connecting in a hot, steamy act of friction. Not in an awkward position on the floor, fixing the laptop in such a way that gets whatever body part your man wants to see.