Lately, I've been wondering about why this hobby seems to have me trapped in it's spell -- or is it a hex? Why I can't seem to quit. I'm beginning to believe that it may simply be the human tendency to be irresistibly attracted to mystery. By mystery, I guess I mean why do we crave it? Beyond uncontrollable horniness, which, after all, can be relieved in other ways, it seems the deeper I become involved, I realize that it may be the mysterious allure of having sex with a total stranger, wondering what awaits behind the next door, discovering another body and soul for the first time, recreating the climax of the chase, the challenge of transcending your last experience, not really knowing how it will play out.
Could it be just the sheer mystery of it that attracts us?
Could it be just the sheer mystery of it that attracts us?

