I read an article in this months
GQ Magazine called 'I Mourn For Porn' --an older man's lament towards the current generations' over accessibility of all things
rawnch. here's a quote i rather enjoyed...
"For those of us raised on novels, sex is something grand and luxurious that happens in ski chalets at dusk, or in hay-scented stables in the heat of a French afternoon, and I'm
trustably informed that a lady can detect that
je ne sais quoi--that classiness--in our actual technique."
another excerpt "...we've got a generation coming of age with no concept of female subdermal tingling, or cervical dilation, or the thousand other ways a lady's body can respond to a gentleman's touch if he does it just right."