I've been thinking about this for a while.
When I was coming up into my sexuality during the pre-teen years of course sex was not talked about. You learn from other kids and the media and observation. What my mother told me about sex was zilch. I got the book with the body's anatomy and told where the penis on a boy was and how my reproductive system worked. So, you learn on own...like I'm sure many people do.
I was always interested in sex but felt it was to be hidden and if you liked it to much you were considered a slut. Then the way to make everything sound okay was to say, "making love". That some how soften the act and romanticises it.
The fact of the matter with me is, I love my husband all the time. I mean I make love to him all the time. I make sure he knows he's loved and wanted and I show my love and devotion all the time. I don't wait to have sex to "make love". Sex is sex, for me it's giving and receiving gradification from one another. In the heat of the moment I do think to myself how lucky I am to have the love of this man to be able to share myself with. Do I ush and gush lovey dovey stuff? Not so much, I have come into my own and thoroughly enjoy being fucked hard with no cuddliness involved. It's a purely raw sexual act that is separate from the day to day grind. To be at this comfort level after looking back at where I came from is so awesome.