For some, nookie in the dark is just how it’s done. The familiar becomes grinding in a black abyss or making love in the vaguely obscure – unknowingly, the encounter censors the brilliance of genital upon genital and skin against skin. Some may call it preferably routine, but I call it criminal. When you have something so complex as intercourse, so beautifully bold, it seems wrong to hide it all in the depths of a light vacant room.
Growing up, I would religiously read the pages of Cosmopolitan and Marie Claire, who would tell their readers that men preferred to have the lights on while having sex. For these men, the presence of light allowed them to more easily view the female form. Their female counterparts were noted as being fearful and hesitant to do so because the light would accent every bump, every line, every stretch mark. Little did they know that their men weren’t looking at these imperfections (which on almost every occasion, were imperceptible to the human eye), but rather, they were starring at their round assets and forthcoming “O” face. According to Cosmo, by leaving the lights on, men are given the impression that their female partner is confident in her body. Whether or not that’s actually true is only known to the lady herself.
Now a much older Cosmo reader, I still take some of their words to heart (most of their content, I admit, is pure bullshit marketed towards women without a clue and in need of a good vibrator). Their “lights on” advice specifically stood out to me, but not for the obvious reasons of pleasing a man and his undying appetite. Truthfully, I leave the lights on so I can see myself naked in all my glory. And course, a little light lends my eyes the illumination of his more enlarged parts.
But on the one occasion that I gave into the dark side, I found myself so underwhelmed sexually and yet, so overwhelmed by confusion. I knew who I went to bed with, but when the lights went off it was a mess of, “WHAT IS INSIDE OF ME? IS THAT A FOOT? WHO IS HUMPING MY LEG? BABY FRANK?!” Of course, it comes as no surprise that I got dick in my eye and cum in my hair, a protein-filled formula to put any skin care regimen to shame. I believe, however, that the absolute worst aspect of having sex in the dark is the inability to view your partner’s face. Admittedly, the darkness forces one to use his or her imagination. But when it comes to deciding between a visible view or an ambiguous roll around in the sheets, I’ll choose clarity any day.
Yours truly,
Scarlett Stone
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I guess it’s all a matter of to each their own. For me it’s just a matter of mood. Sometimes I want them on but usually I want them off because I like seeing the moonlight coming through the window glistening off a woman’s body. Lights on is cool when I wanna get the visuals, we’re shooting pics/video in bed, or role playing. But lights off is pretty cool because it’s more mysterious as you mentioned. The point of entry feels so much better to me and I can focus completely on the sounds she’s making instead of being distracted by visuals. Lights off is also fun when you’re with a busty woman that’s smothering you with her cleavage. You’re much more wild tongued under those circumstances and not nearly as precise. It’s challenging but I love it.
See I would have thought that if she’s super busty, you’d want light to illuminate them!
It might seem that way but IMO there’s just something more alluring about seeing the moonlight reflecting off a super busty woman’s body when she’s riding me. Generally speaking though, I suppose that I’m just more inclined to prefer the lights off.
The filth/kink factor definitely increases with the lights on. It’s almost like we subconsciously use the light as a reason to push the sexual envelope as if to say “Look how nasty I’m willing to get for you”.
But even with that being said, there are instances where I’ve done both in the same session (lights off as well as lights on) and IMO it always felt like the sex overall was more enjoyable with the lights off because my senses were all working in overdrive in an effort to adjust to the deprivation of light.
That’s so interesting! Thanks for sharing, I always love to hear other experiences and thoughts. Cheers!
Lights on always! My first wife was a red-head, and the early morning son streaming through the bed room window caused her bush to positively glow. I can close my eyes and still see it. I wish the women of my acquaintance had had less hang-ups about having the lights on (especially the first time), but than again maybe it was me they didn’t want to look at!