Once upon a time, in a large house in Hampstead a very flirty guy and a very horny girl met over a bottle (or three) of Bucks Fizz. After a few weeks of innocent but incredibly teasing dates they began a relationship that popped and fizzed just like the Bucks. After weeks of only kissing, of feeling like a teenager again by only allowing the tension to build they cemented their relationship with possibly the best sex the horny girl ever did have.
After a home made dinner at his and two bottles of the finest red wine he could afford they lay on the sofa and kissed. Softly, their lips brushed past each others, their tongues teasing the other flicking past it lightly. Then he grabbed her round the waist and pulled her on top of him. As she straddled him his hands ran along her body, her skin feeling his touch through her silk dress, making her shiver in places she never knew she could. As she pulled her head back and gasped he carried her to the bedroom where he gave her multiple orgasms before producing an almighty fizz she'd waited weeks for. When finished Bucks held her, but not for long because Bucks' Fizz was ready to go again.
This story seems unrealistic once you pass the age of 16 but it does exist. They're fairytale was truly wild. In fact she was lucky if she got an hour to get her senses together. He enjoyed giving her "special treats" and she enjoyed the perfection of his giving abilities. Now before you consider this a fling, there was fizz elsewhere other than sex as well. They liked the same movies, swapped iPods, enjoyed the same wine and food, and humour-wise they made each other laugh more than anyone else could. Horny girl really thought this could go somewhere. She felt like she was walking on air, and Bucks felt likewise.
However today I am not with Bucks. Hard to believe I know, I mean if you find someone that makes you come without fail every time, you don't pass up! Great sex is hard to come by. But what if you don't want it. You gotta have spark if you're going to come. No matter what he does with it, if you don't want it you won't get it. And that is this fairytale's ending.
It was all going great. We'd been fizzed-up for two months, I'd nearly been fired for being late to work (in the morning and after lunch breaks), shower bill had basically doubled and I'd had 1 dress and 2 shirts ripped. Overall a mind-blowing 2 months. Then suddenly I started noticing other men again. I'd look at other men and find myself eye-shagging them, or accepting their drinks at bars and one night found myself on top of one in the club toilets, stark naked. Things with Buck had become routine. We'd gotten comfortable with each other. He would come over and before I would jump into his arms, and we'd stand in my hallway kissing and touching each others bodies everywhere reaching every bit of skin we could, and if we talked the chemistry sparked and once we got the vital information out of the way we'd go straight into bouncing on the beds. It was wild. We'd have dinner and we'd make each other laugh and talk about our pasts, what we'd done that day, anything we could. By this point, about 3 months in, it wasn't that we'd argue, or disliked each others company at all. Things had just gotten same-y. We'd gotten to know each other quite well. For instance, I'd know he'd come round to mine for dinner, a peck on the lips at the door then we'd sit down and have a laugh about our day, eat, watch some telly with some wine and chat and either he'd go home or he'd stay the night we's have sex and he'll go the next day. It was nice, and really romantic and sweet and I would have loved it with anyone else but with him our connection was passion. Not romance. Was I just being selfish? Just wanted what I couldn't have, because it wasn't there? It felt like although it was lovely it wasn't right with him. Maybe we all do it. We say we want romance and love and to feel that connection you think doesn't exist until you feel it but what if when we get it we decide we want something else. It doesn't just happen in love. We want long hair when it's short, we work our way to smaller sizes and see voluptuous women and decide we want to be bigger. It's inevitable to always want what we can't have, and maybe that's why my perfect whirlwind romance lasted almost 4 months. The passion was there, just in other ways, ways I didn't want. It didn't seem to fit, and I was so sure of that. So could it be true? Do we just want what we can't have or is it possible that romance doesn't work with everybody?
Every woman I talk to wants romance. Sometimes this can come as a shock. Take Kristen, Manchester. She's not exactly a blushing flower. Out of her male friends there is only 2 unslept with, and they're gay. Her favourite hobby is at parties or get-together's, when there's drink and music, table dancing and sex-kitten style crawling around before choosing one and taking him off for a one man viewing with half her clothes already gone. She doesn't believe in keeping your sex life a secret and the more men that find out about her, uh, promiscuity, the better for her and her little black book. However on a recent catch-up for lunch she admitted something no ears have heard before:
"I was in love once. It was amazing. The intensity. The Laughs. Just lying in bed for hours on a Sunday morning getting up to make tea or stick another DVD on. Saturday nights in with him were better than going out and getting off my tits. Then one day he said the spark was gone. He wanted passion, wildfire. I offered him everything and he choose some tart instead." After this is when Kristen started to become more "passionate", the wildfire she felt he wanted, and that all the other men got. And though she does enjoy it, the thrills and the power, she lusts after love more. If Kristen could feel that way, maybe I was just being a bitch with Buck...maybe I wanted what I couldn't have.
I talked to Riley about my past experience with passion and she believes with some people romance shouldn't exist.
"Sometimes it's like fart and porn. Just doesn't go together. Those that believe it does, try but inevitably realise they're holding onto a lost cause. Sometimes it's a connection where you have your fun but in time you'll have to set it free."
I prefer this way of looking at it. Who knows, maybe it is actually true. I mean if you know it's better to leave some one night stands at that, why isn't it right to leave a passionate two-month romance at that? Sometimes you just need to let your hair down for a while.
We ended on good terms, and though we clicked perfectly that was the reason we decided not to stay in touch. If we did we would've kept going until we ended on bad terms. I see him every now and then at get together's. And yes, I do take him home and enjoy the benefits of his Little Buck, but we know that's where it should stay. And there's nothing wrong with that. When settling down feels right, I'll do it. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I have to become a Housewife just yet.
