Wordless, spontaneous sex with strangers: you’ve seen it. It happens on tv and in movies, and if they’re representing reality, it’s happening to lots of people. And I’m not talking about nightclub pickups. It starts in a bookstore, on a plane, with a repairman at your home, or in a restroom (ick). Few or no words are exchanged, but somehow signals of interest and receptivity are exchanged, and completely spontaneous passionate sex ensues.
I want to know how this works. How are this interest and receptivity expressed with so few words? Do people try this often, and get negative responses? Is it even happening to real people, or is this pure fantasy?
I mean, most people wouldn’t expect a glance of interest to be an invitation for stranger sex right there and then, would they? Aren’t most people a bit hesitant or shy? Personally, I’m too shy to hold eye contact, never mind letting my eyes travel over a guy’s body.
It’s happened to me a couple times. But, it’s never wordless. We’d talk, about movies or books or boring stuff like the weather, never anything personal. Generally it’s in a situation we’re both part of, like a college field trip. Never a complete stranger.
It’s a weird feeling, kind of like you’re reading each other’s minds. And yet, you’re not really sure until the bedroom door closes and VAVOOM!! Unfortunately, it doesn’t always last past the next morning…but sometimes, it does.
I can see how it can happen after a couple of hours of talking with someone, but the business of finding a nearby supply closet and locking the door is…wow.
Could it be a coincidence that I’m interested in knowing about this just when the cute young computer guy might be coming over this weekend to fix something for me?
Once, but we weren’t total strangers (she was my boss’ ex GF). Not a word, we weren’t even really flirting. She grabbed my hand and sucked my finger while I was driving along, I pulled over ASAP
If anything approaching this happens to any of you Dopers, it’s proof positive to me that you exist in a completely different universe from mine, and our only connection is over this weird computer interface. If we shook hands, we’d probably explode with the release of our combined masses as energy.
I know where you’re coming from. I never thought those stories were real, and being a student at a major eastern university I figured that if they WERE true, I was in a good place to find out, but in all my 4 years of on-campus living, nothing. Then one day, just befor I graduated, I went down to the dorm laundry room to wash my socks late on a Friday night. I had counted on having the place to myself with my fellow students mostly occupied with end of semester partying, but I was plesantly surprised to find a luscious young redhead doing her laundry too. Aparently, her laundry included the clothes she had been wearing, because she was watching the dryer go round and round in nothing but a lacy black thong and a flimsy matching bra. When our eyes met, a spark passed between us, and then…
Twice. The first was a total stranger, we kept walking past each other in Downtown Oakland. The we bumped into each other in Sears.
The second was a girl from an office I used to work in, in that case we knew each others names, and we’d been checking each other out for weeks. Then the Xmas party rolled around…
Well, yes, of course. He’s clearly speaking of a Big Bang.
More on-topic: it can happen, when an impulsive kiss is returned, and escalates well out of control. I don’t know if I’d call it anything like mind-reading. Quite the opposite. The otehr person is a complete blank mystery. I have no idea what they are thinking. (assuming of course that they are thinking anything other than the obvious – which I suppose is “assuming facts not in evidence”, even on lengthy follow-up questioning)
You don’t say anything, because, paradoxically, you don’t know them well enough for a conversation. What could you discuss? The weather? (“a beautiful day, with lacy high-flying underwear and roving variable high pressure zones. Now let’s go to the Doppler radar”) Common acquaintances? (Frankly, you’re a little afraid to broach that one. It can hardly improve er relations, can it?) Proust?
… er… speaking purely hypothetically, you understand!
I don’t even think I know anybody that this has happened to, excluding people I’ve met here. Or if it has happened to people I know, they don’t tell me about it.
I don’t even think it’s happened to the people I know here, let alone people I’ve met outside.
Of course, the Dope is where I first encountered the concept ‘friend with benefits’ as well… another thing that does not seem to exist in my generation and locality. Probably has something to do with most people I know being married. Odd how that works.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t always last past the next morning…but sometimes, it does.
