I know that in my own experience, I find myself constantly thinking of ways to improve my sex life. Even though I’m content, and I know my boyfriend is content, I am always looking for ways to surprise him (ie: what new and exciting place can I give him a BJ?). I choreograph strip teases, write him erotic stories, strategically pick out sexy underwear, surprise sext him, work on my flexibility, and also engage in a few sexy acts that I derive absolutely no enjoyment from (tit-f*cking is the worst, oh god).
I never had a cell phone in high school. I guess I just wasn’t interested in being constantly plugged into the social web that was teenagerdom. It worked out pretty well for me, other than getting frustrated at friends who constantly texted at dinner, or being the last one to hear about the juicy high school gossip. What I did manage to miss out on, though, was sexting – and I’m awfully glad I did.