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On another page of this guidebook, an "award-winning somatic sexologist" relayed a harrowing tale of the perils of lost lust to them:"The pain of a passionless relationship furrows on their faces. Every day feels like a slow walk toward a grave instead of the ecstatic aliveness of a fully expressed sexual passion between them."
A "slow walk to the grave"? Christ—this was literally life-or-death shit. If these women didn't learn how to fuck right, they could die. I could see why they were so eager to do so. Their Fifty Shades–inspired enthusiasm for BDSM, which was rampant in the expo's guidebook and reflected in its programming, could be seen as a by-product of this eagerness. Not only do I want to learn how to fuck, it said, I want to learn how to fuck like CRAZY.Black tears are running down her cheeks. He shifts nervously on the red velvet lounge chair. In front of me is a couple deeply in love, yet they are not connecting sexually. The pain of a passionless relationship furrows on their faces. Every day feels like a slow walk toward a grave instead of the ecstatic aliveness of a fully expressed sexual passion between them.
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