Sex is great. It is, arguably, just about the most fun it’s possible to have. But there can come a time when, if you’re lucky enough to be getting it sufficiently frequently, it can start to feel like it’s losing its edge. Which is to say it’s still great, obviously – orgasms are rarely not worth your time – but it can start to lose a little of its shine. It becomes just that little bit more predictable. More pedestrian. More, dare I say it, *routine*.
Which is when, in my experience, you find yourself starting to explore other means of regaining that exciting buzz that was initially a default bolt-on to any sexual escapade. You take your first tentative steps – or in my case, jumping in fully, both feet first – into finding a way to recapture the thrill. Specifically seeking out something new and adventurous, rather than just happening upon it.