Making Love VS Fucking

This is a follow up to my post "Do People Make Love Anymore?".

I think my point may have been missed by some readers so, as a woman and hate being mizundastood, I feel it necessary to say this. Don't worry, it won't be long.

The emphasis I placed on Making Love is in no way to suggest that fucking is a bad thing. Making Love suggests tenderness and this is good. Fucking on the other hand can give a person (even a love sick puppy like myself) a wonderful feeling of passion and desire. The thing is that when you are with someone that you love, there are no inhibitions, no limits to the things that you can do (as long as you are willing). If you want to make love, with the light kisses and the soft caresses, then there's nothing wrong with that. If you want to fuck like the animals do on the Discovery Channel, humping, raw, unadulterated porn movie in your own bedroom, then that's all good too! The point I was trying to make was not in relation to the act itself, but rather the feeling and emotion behind it. That makes a world of difference in the way it is done.

I think I may need to stop talking about this love thing. I may be revealing a little bit too much of myself than I'm willing to handle right now. I'm not as bold as others just yet ... but who knows, I may just get there!