A Few Thoughts on "Atmosphere"

Walk into a church. What do you see? More importantly, what do you sense? Coolness? The vague smell of incense? The iconography of the cross and the tabernacle? The familiar stations of the cross? It all goes together to form a feeling of calmness…of reverence. 

Interestingly, I have heard of blind people picking up on this. True, they knew they were in a church, but some commented on the ‘…beautiful atmosphere’ of the place. 

So, what of my home….what of my panties’ home? Both are places where sex is not hidden away. It is celebrated as the joyous act it is. 

In the Catholic Church, there are many ways a good Catholic can show their devotion to God. There is attendance at mass, praying the rosary, saying the stations of the cross, novenas, (periods of prayer for one specific intention over a period of weeks), going to exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, and every day the Angelus rings out and many people say the accompanying prayers at home as they hear the church bell ring it out three times a day. 

Well, in my home, there are many different sexual acts - it’s not all about fucking. Simple masturbation, masturbating Emily, or she masturbating me…it doesn’t have to go further. Oral sex…you’d be amazed how wonderful it feels sucking your partner off and saving your gratification until later.  Fingering….simply watching someone masturbate is a thrill….I’ve seen Emily countless times and I’ve seen Dani. 

Earlier, I mentioned the smell of incense in a church. I wonder, in a very sexual household, is there a pheremonic smell? A conglomerate of vaginal wetness and male pre-cum that hangs in the air? 

My parents make love frequently, and anywhere they like. Since lockdowns they have been way more open about their sex lives. Ali and I always knew they did it in and around the old outside pool area, and the grounds of their home are extensive. All of us, me, Ali, mum and dad have used the orchard for way more than picking fruit. But then, those lockdowns were a royal pain in the arse weren’t they? And given that we have around the same incidence of Covid now, and no lockdowns, one wonders why they were necessary. 

I am certain I can tell when I’m in the presence of someone who is…hmm….this is hard to describe….not ‘horny’…that’s easy to detect….someone who has a high sex drive. I can’t work out what it is..maybe the way they dress or sit, or talk, or maybe it’s that subtle mysterious pheromone thing again. 

Our home, mine and Emily’s is, without doubt, a place where sex is celebrated. Enjoyed, practiced unashamedly. It’s not a place where we have to run away and hide to do it. Maybe that’s what has drawn Dani out. She regularly swims naked in the pool now. She swam naked in the pool at my parents' home too when we stayed there for a week. (That led to a little mutual masturbation between me and her…see previous story.) Dani herself has brought her masturbation out of her bedroom. She masturbated with Emily and me once, and I have seen her do herself three times by the pool now. 

When we watch well made porn, we get horny….ask any teenager. Watching sex makes us want sex. 

So, I wonder. Do we pick up on the aura of a place? Does the activity within it work on us? 

All I know is that during that week we spent at mum and dad’s I felt incredibly horny 24/7. I masturbated more during that week, and had more sex than I have for a while. Including hooking up with Alison, and a threeway with Ali and Emily. Maybe I’ll write about that another time. Chris came over on the Friday night, and I could hear the sounds of sex as he fucked my sister through the bed. 

What? No, sadly, we didn’t. ..

….but I would have, in a heartbeat.