I believe that you don't plan sex. It should happen by way of erogenous foreplay that may start somewhere unsuspecting, subtlety or not…in the end, that day, night, early a.m. whatever, it shoud be sufficiently built up, enough that you forget to breathe you're so enamored and everything that has been forced dormant will swell in anticipation.
You can't plan when and where that moment happens. The resulting release flashes your entire being with dizzying pleasure of la petite mort…Heavenly!
About me. I love anything that can be done alone or in good company. Walking on a beach at sunset breathing the ocean breeze. Being around the world as a traveler not as tourist. Reading anything I put my hands on. Enjoying concerts whether it's opera or classical music or heavy metal or country. Dancing salsa or tango my way (which is really bad). Biking up the hill, everybody knows how to go down the hill. Camping, sleeping outdoors and canoeing a river. Cooking with no recipe (I'll make it up anyway) for friends and family sharing their company. Trying new things, redoing old things that give me pleasure. Enjoying the company of those who give meaning to my days, sharing my life with someone who wants to share hers with me....I don’t know what’s more...let’s say that I live every day as if it was my last.