Is Make-up Sex Really About Making Up?

Or is arguing just an excuse to get busy?

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I was once in a tumultuous relationship. We fought like cats and dogs. And fucked like rabbits.

We often struggled to keep our hands off one another, even in the midst of a disagreement. There was something about being fired up that made our connection sizzle.

He liked to box —literally. Boxing was his idea of a full-body workout. Adrenaline coursing, anger bubbling beneath the surface, show-off-man-ship… the whole nine. But most often, the cool-down failed to cool him down. He’d return home every Wednesday night all jacked up on testosterone.

I recognized early on that physical touch was the antidote to his hot temper. He would usually settle down after a good cuddle. We didn’t live together, so I wasn’t always there to soothe the beast.

He would pick a fight, and try as I might to resist, I would inevitably meet him where he was at. We’d spar with words.

Jab. Jab. Jab.
Below the belt.
Above the line.

Ringing bells that could never be unrung. Spewing venom that didn’t heal easily. All while being exceptionally intoxicated by arousal.

Yes, it was the shit show you imagine.

It eventually ended, surprisingly amicably. And now I have moved on to smoother pastures —thank Goddess.

Yet, and still, I have often wondered if makeup sex is really about making up. Is it just a sizzling diversion from relationship tension? Or is the relationship tension an excuse for a steamy escape? 🤔