Don't be shy.

lotion or powder

Too classy for this!

This is an odd topic

None of your business minor.

what if he was a business major? would that make it alright?

No I only share sexy stories with Biology Majors.

just my luck then that i majored in biology. *gets ready to hear some wild and crazy stories*

Did I say biology?

I mean Peace and Conflict Studies majors.

Meh I know all about QP's life.

And it isn't very interesting.

I know all about LY life.

It's like listening to Tori's ireland.

Jaja, im only joking.

More like Talula.

My life is pretty tame I reckon.

dammit. i'm just a lucky son of a gun today. peace and conflict studies was my other major. i did a dobule major in college. i'm sure glad that i did that cause now it's coming in handy.

Biology major eh?

What is so wonderful about a blastomere in the 8-cell stage; in one word?

Miiiiiiitochondria.

Average number of times an American couple supposedly has sex is either 69 times a year or 72 times a year, depending on who says it. This works out to about 1 1/2 times a week.

I've had some dreadful times during my marriage. Kids. Endrometriosis. Staying up too late so that she's not in the mood. Lot's of reasons why I've gotten rejected.

My wife's endrometriosis only got better when we started having the plumbing removed. The first operation removed one ovary, one tube, and one uterus. The stuff was attacking these.

The only problem was that it moved to the other one. And so--the second operation where the rest of the stuff got removed.

She's on artificial estrogen.

K-Y is now located in the night stand.

We actually hit twice a week earlier in the year, but that was while she was still out of work and not stressed out.

You'd think that this was bad, but I'm grateful because it's better than it has been.

I actually put forth an effort so that she comes. I get the impression that not all guys do this.

She used to read romance novels and get tips on sex from the books.

I kinda feel embarrassed by some of this, but some of you are young and you need to hear some honest assessments of what a sex life might be like.

I was so bad at it during the early years of my marriage. It takes time to figure out what works.

I'm sorry I made this topic, I couldn't resist. I didn't actually expect to get any replies, I just wanted people to look at it and think "how incredibly stupid".

Mines sucked until last weekend when i spent the night at my bestfriends house. I needed that sex dammitt!!! i wasn't disappointed, whore was satisfied......


So i guess my bestfriend is now my "booty call" which is kind of odd, but whatever i'd rather him then to go slam off with some stranger somewhere and shit.

Are you saying you have sex with your best friend? Or was somebody else there?

No, my bestfriend. only him.
It was good really, i wasnt weirded out at all.

Okay – I missed that second line the first time. One thing that has always bugged me about gay guys is their “butt buddies”. Just friends they have sex with. Never understood it.

Yeah me neither....but he came on to me, so we're just two good looking guys in his room practically naked soooooo why not?

well i don't get it either phair. the idea of fiends is sort of lost when you start having sex with them. that's a line that one shouldn't cross. of course i don't date friends either.

Exactly.

Sex kills friendship end of story.
Especially when it means more to one friend than the other.

Why me........

Why you?

Why anyone.

Why Can't I?

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why can't i pee whenever i think about you

lol butt buddies. that reminds me of a porn movie i saw a snippet of, accidentally.....

and i think the term is fuck buddies which can happen with breeders as well.

You can't pee because you got an infection from your butt/fuck buddy that's why.

One shouldn't sleep with friends; especially when you like them and they might not like you and see it as a fling.

my buttfuck buddy?!?!! ewwww, you're so.... ew romantic.


trampoline's post made me deprexxorz.

That is a poopy description, fo’ sho’.

Non-existent.

My sex life is non-regular, but nothing too much to complain about.

Me too.

Sorry, my friend. That was not my intention.

I went to a gay bar last night and got called a slut by the group when discussing my sex life. The bastards.

They're just jealous that they are washed up old crows and you've still got it!

Ironically the guy who called me a slut had a one night stand with the guy I had a one night stand with the other week.

Was he serious?

Then I'd call it jealousy.

Go to camp and the baby thread and read all about it.

Okay

I thought about explaining my post a few days ago, to give it some context.

If you notice, it isn't filled with braggado. I've made some stupid mistakes. We all do.

It's a shame that society is so filled with the thought that sex is sinful that it leaves young people with difficult to access information about it all.

Yes, there's porn, but porn is so mostly phony and staged and not at all like the real thing. Of course, porn can have its uses, but it's pretty unrealistic. It can make for an interesting fantasy, if done right.

Not being in a relationship isn't the end of the world, but if I could wave my magic wand, you would all be in happy, meaningful relationships, if that's what you want.

I am of the opinion that you need the truth, and the truth should help. Maybe, you can avoid a mistake or two that I've made along the way.

One of the most important things to a good sex life is communication. This is hard for some people, as we are brain washed to be shy about sexual matters and not speak about it. I've fought that battle, both in myself and in my partner.

I also want to impart some hope. Many of you have a potential for a good long life ahead of you. If I can, I'll try to impart some wisdom from someone who's been having sex for a long time. It's strange. When I was young, I just didn't imagine myself ending up the way that I did. Many of you seem much like I did a long time ago, and that means there is hope.

Cheers.

As always, trampoline, from space

Sex is overrated. Desire is the more important thing. You know that feeling you get, after you come, and you're wondering, "was it REALLY worth it? After all, I've got to do this AGAIN in just a few hours, or maybe, at the outside, in a day." This opinion applies more to infidelity. I know plenty of guys who cavort at every opportunity. I ask them: "so, when you're done, and you've got this mess to clean up, and the desire is gone, how do you feel?" Their answers vary. But the "fuck and run" sentiment predominates. "Why did I do this again? Why didn't I just jerk off? FUUUUUCK." This is especially true when wads of money has been spent in pursuit of (a few glops of) happiness.

Speaking of "Happiness" -- anyone remember the end of that Solondz movie by the same title? The shot of the "shots?" Well, if you haven't experienced it, then you definitely should. I like to think a squirt-gun was involved. But I digress...

Back to the topic. Sex. Desire is the most important thing. Without desire their would be no sex. While that seems like an obvious statement, people seem to get hung up on the physical portion, which, in my way of thinking, is analogous to the punctuation (or puncture-ation) at the end of a sentence. To come is the very last thing. It IS the goal. But is it really more important than the desire that got you there?

Is it better to want something or to get it, especially when getting it is defined by not wanting it anymore? (temporarily, at least)

It reminds me of last New Year's eve. My wife and I were hanging out with a bunch of Russian friends in Coney Island -- a huge Russian community in Brooklyn. Oh, wait... that's a whole other post. But the gist was this: at one point these drug addled freaks were playing this parlor game. The trick was to answer a very simple question, and to then defend your answer in front of the group. Here is the question, verbatim:

"Would you rather be the supermodel, or the guy who fucks her?"

Yes, I know. It's a timeless question.

Here's the big thrill in SEX: each partner getting off on the other getting off. When you start, you can't really imagine that.

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Here's the funny thing,I had a girlfriend last year at this time. This year I don't and my sex life is pretty much the same! Alot of "me" time,if you know what I mean. *sigh*

After I thought about this post, I remembered that my niece worked on Average Joe reality show.

The premise is that a model/hottie gets to know some average joes, but there are also some handsome hunks. You see whether she goes for the guys with a heart or the studs with the looks.

There is no steering in the final selection--it was the woman's actual choice. They always went for the studs. I think that the reason that they agreed to do the show was that they were having bad luck with the men. The show, IMHO, proved that they never learned their lessons.

And so, to your question, I pose another question:

Would you rather fuck a supermodel once and then never have a lasting relationship?
-or-
Would you spend years making love to someone with more heart than looks?

As always, trampoline, from space

Yours is a very common tactic -- to constrain the question with additional detail. Who says it's just once? Who says she's got no heart, or less heart than the everyday ordinary average girl next door.

Playing the Russians, their answer would be: "answer the question before asking another." That said, I totally agree with you. It's like not having enough context on a test. You start asking, "but what if this... what if that," and realize it could go either way. But "coarse graining" is an integral part of the game. The game, in fact, is all about throwing in constraints, exposing the value systems at work. Examples:

"Do I get to fuck her every night?"

"Does anyone else get to fuck her?"

"Does she like it?"

NOTE: When played in a mixed setting (with husbands, wives, lovers & friends present, this game has been known to cause friction.

Ok, to your question.

I probably would fantasize about fucking the supermodel. Maybe on a one time basis or limited run. I wouldn't give up my marriage for a fling and I've never cheated on my wife.

As to being the supermodel, I would certainly like to be in the position that my looks would give me a free pass on a lot of things, but I'm afraid that that much fame and exposure would eventually turn me into some narcisstic and self-obsessed person that is not me. I would hope that I could handle it without it totally fucking up the qualities that make me (what I think) is a fairly nice individual.

I have a coworker who is commonly observed to be attractive. She is a really nice person and I like her attitude. She even lent me a map to Aruba when I told her that my wife and I were going there for spring break vacation this year. It would be cool to be attractive as long as you maintain the perspective that it doesn't make you better than everyone else, because it doesn't.

I personally enjoy a career that allows me the opportunity to use my brain. I would describe what I do as solving problems.

I actually was thinking about starting a thread where I allowed people the opportunity of changing something about themselves, but I would temper it with the fact that implementing the change would necessitate some concurrent change to them that would cause them to not be the same person. Think Total Recall, but maybe not for the better. This would be something like a bargain with the devil, because there's always a hidden side effect. I guess that I'm thinking more like Bedazzled.

I guess my question was more this: do you just want what you might believe is a fantasy fuck or a relationship where it's not just the physical act?

I don't know--am I putting too much thought into all of this?

As always, trampoline, from space