We all crave to be with someone we adore because intimacy is the foundation of any successful relationship. It’s human nature. Hence, being in a long-distance relationship messes up the natural order of things when it comes to intimate relations, especially if the distance is substantial and you get to see each other only a few times a year.

Majority of the communicating in a long-distance relationship is done via social media. During the times when we communicate via text or video chat, this heightened sense of need for intimacy ensures that sex is discussed a lot during our conversations. Yet, talking about sex during video chat or text just drains your energy since you can’t do anything about it except touch yourselves.

Stimulation via voice or visuals ensures that there is a lot of feeling ourselves to cut through the sexual frustrations, loneliness and the distance. We talk about each other’s sexual fantasies and what we intend to do when we meet which encourages ourselves to break down sexual barriers. Masturbation is just another form of communication and sex talk is but a vocabulary we use to break down the geographic distance between us.

These sexual frustrations are often heightened by patchy communication links. As what happened between Lizzy and I when we tried a kinky video chat with a patchy wi-fi connection which led me to run all over the building just to catch a better signal. These frustration actually drove me to the point of deciding to go finally see her.

And when we do meet, we have a lot of sex – as in a lot of sex. It’s not something we plan, but it just so happens because of the pent-up sexual frustrations we keep inside. We’re both sexual people. We love being intimate with each other. We explore sexual boundaries by playing with sex toys. We experiment with different sexual positions. We explore the use of aphrodisiacs and stimulants to lengthen the sexual experience. Sex is definitely much sexier with distance.

With Lizzy, it was something that I meticulously planned up to the point of having myself tested for STD (a requirement she set for me), and an appointment with a sex doctor to obtain the so-called “blue pill” that would ensure that any overthinking or anxiousness would not stand in the way of actual sexual performance.

All these preparations worked, I think, when I finally got to visit Lizzy. As I said earlier, the sex were numerous and very satisfying in that short amount of time we share together. At least, I hope I was able to satisfy her as much as I was given so much pleasure by that experience.

However, it’s the cuddling and the making out that really gets me. Making love solidifies the union in an intimate relationship. Yet, the act of kissing and cuddling with the one I adore is such a fulfilling experience.

[Note: This post was first published on December 7, 2016 at https://abelsantaanave.blogspot.com]