Sex shouldn’t be sexy. It should be erotic. It should be messy. There’s nothing hygienic about sex. It’s not something you have to wash your hands and feet or brush your teeth before you start. That unplanned chaos, driven by the tension between you two, is what makes it memorable. Real intimacy is when you stop pretending you have any composure left. You’re making sounds you’d be embarrassed to hear on a recording, forgetting what you were even thinking about, and letting someone see a side of you nobody else gets to see. No performance. No pretending. Just raw desire and two people who can’t get enough of each other. Sex isn’t pretty. It’s messy and fun. And it gets better with the same person.