Back in the day, someone advised me (or maybe I read it in a book) that the best way to hold a conversation is to listen. Being the talkative sort I took offense at the advice, until it dawned on me that anyone whose favourite topics of conversation are all located within a meter's radius of his/her navel, is probably not good company for long - or so I thought.
It turns out that I have a soft spot for self-absorbed talkers. The intensity of the focus can make them highly entertaining, if not particularly enlightening – like this young actor I ran into at a pub recently. He seems to live his life as if it were an extended series of Celebrity Big Brother, convinced that an invisible horde of fans is following his every move with passionate interest. "I've grown tremendously since the last time we met. Was it a year ago? Yeah, I was going through my tragedy-phase... Did I have a beard? So much stuff's happened since – I'm into comedy now..." and so on.
The thing is, the self-absorbed can be great in bed. It's the lack of reflection - that talent for not asking am I doing things right? that saves so many of us from curling up in a corner out of sheer desperation at the complexity of life in general, never mind the bizarre mechanics involved in inducing orgasm in an adult human and then conducting conversation afterwards. The power of conviction goes a long way. That's why I'm telling you, go for the talker who goes on and on - not the quiet listening type. The talker will be the one unafraid to lie back, spread the legs and just beg for whatever services you can offer - your tongue, fingers, cock (if you have one), and so on.
I like unapologetic greed of the senses - the willingness to let go, allow anything to happen so long as it satiates the furious appetite for wet rubbing, licking, stroking...
The greedy are honest. It's really the listeners you need to watch out for. Oh, you know the type - they're the ones who help you along, nodding, smiling, doing that strange listening thing where the whole body language says: I like you, you're interesting, tell me more. And you fall into the trap, feeding the kindly smiling curiosity, oblivious to the fact that every little bit of the listener's senses is taking notes for later. Getting to know you, all for the pleasure of unpacking it later.
It's the curiosity - so friendly and seemingly generous. The tongue and fingers of the listener are inquisitive, they love the crevices and the folds, the hidden spots that draw forth the deepest, surprised moans of pleasure. The listener doesn't want conversation - s/he wants to hear you cry out in ecstasy. Don't be fooled by curiosity and the exploratory eagerness of the tongue that wants to taste cum, the finger that wants to be drenched, the cock that wants to be clenched tightly. Don't let any of that make you forget: Curiosity is the greed of the listener.