When I was younger a friend confided in me that since he hadn’t had sex yet, when his brother got married he told him everything about how it worked. His brother had said that if he wanted to have sex with his wife he needed to know he wanted this at the very beginning of the day and start laying the groundwork. He’d send her a text in the morning about how beautiful she looked that day or some other compliment. All day it would be a process of building up to the final act.
I rebuffed this story at first. Surely we women aren’t so high-maintenance on the whole that we required 24 hours of coddling before perform a relatively simple act of love with our beloveds?