Something came up last night as we were making love. We were managing fine, staying well within the 30%-70% Zone of Excitement, when I ran into the usual wall of voices.
"More friction needed ..."
"This is so good ... let's make it better."
"Let's go all the way ... we can start afresh tomorrow."
I was able to laugh these voices off, and stayed, I like to think, reasonably in control, when another voice piped up:
"So, if we aren't going to climax, how are we going to end?"
Nobody else was in the house so there were no noise prohibitions. We weren't under any time constraints. We weren't yet tired. My wife was flushed and excited, as was I.