There are, as the top comment on this question notes, four bases in baseball, and these have corresponding sex acts associated with them.
I’m terrible at small talk, so if I survive this phase with another mom, then I know she’s either desperate for a friend or really into me. At this point, you’re hanging out because you want to and you set it up ahead of time.
Our kids attend some of the same activities, and we’ve enjoyed chatting while they harass their various coaches. First base is hanging out while your kids are in activities together. I usually throw in a snort laugh right around here. If you answer that with any kind of trauma, I’m a-gonna pull it right back together for another mash up, breathe some words of encouragement into your ear, then pull back for some heavy eye contact. If this sounds appealing to you, click the “hug me” button on the right for some digital love.) Fourth base is hanging out without the kids.
You make encouraging comments about each others’ kids as they scream hysterically and hit each other with kick boards and pretend light sabers. (Upon reading this, my husband informed me, “Who are you kidding? You go for full frontal hugging on first base.” So I’m a hug-slut.
When sexual exploration becomes goal-oriented, satisfaction becomes secondary, and we risk missing out on the various kinds of emotional and physical satisfaction sex offers.
"It is helpful to imagine sex as a journey," blogger wrote.