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It is a common trope of sex writing to compare great sex to dancing, and what dance is more sensual or erotic than the Tango? What though when sex goes beyond the great, into the sublime, what then? A dance is a set of moves, rehearsed, practised, yes the performers may make it seem spontaneous but in fact even the tiniest gesture is pre planned and choregraphed.
I think this is the problem with not only a lot of sex writing but a lot of sex, people get stuck (not literally one hopes) in a certain set of moves, a set order to do things in. I see this sometimes working, first the oral, both ways, then a bit of fingering to ensure lubrication, then onto the main course. It is as if they attended this sex ed class. tick the right boxes and make sure you move smoothly from A to B, no sudden movements or surprise turns.
Making smiles can be so much more, as I was reminded this week. Sometimes you do move as dancers move, but not because you are choreographed, but because you seem to be able to read the mind of the other person. Each movement they make you respond to, to a tune only the two of you can hear. Instead of dancers perhaps sex like this is more like being composers, creating something that is unique to the two of you. Another feature of this kind of sex is you lose yourself. That may sound like something straight out of a romantic novel but something happens when you let go of performance and simply be.
Oh and the title? Like many a working class child growing up in the North East the highlight of my summer holidays was a trip to the beach. Sitting on the sand, windbreaker in place, running into the ice cold north sea while benevolent grand parents smiled from deck chairs. Then a visit to Spanish City and finally the walk to Cullercoats, fish and chips and the train home.
Days like that stretched on forever as a child, hundreds of separate moments, each one filled with simple joy. Sometimes sex is like that too, a moment stretches into a lifetime and nothing else exists. When that happens there is no past full of tears, or future full of fears, there is simply the now, the sublime and perfect now.