Great thread, genuinegirly. I love sex! These are a few random thoughts after reading the thread.
I would do it every day with the right partner, although I do find it more intense if I’ve been "without" for a while. I like intercourse ‘cause it brings to me a feeling of emotional and physical closeness, but I think some other things are more fun. I like toys and I like masturbation--sometimes I just feel turned on and want to do something about it. If I'm already turned on and in the mood, I get off VERY easily. But what I really LOVE is to have a hard cock in my hands. And my mouth. I like to watch it squirt (but not in my face) and the expressions on my partner’s face and his body jerking during those first few seconds after orgasm. Jeez, I am such a nerd! Even sex, I have an intellectual approach! It absolutely fascinates me the way different men cum. Also breast play, which most guys love, but some are indifferent. Getting it going with somebody new can be either especially exciting or really disappointing. You absolutely cannot judge the book by its cover!
I really love pleasuring my partner, and if I notice that feeling starting to wane, I know that the relationship is in trouble.
Talking about sex can be a turn on for me, especially suggestive talk and wordplay. But not the loud, crude style favored by the comedy club crowd.
I would love to have been able to talk about sex with my Mom. I got most of my sex info from other kids, and some from my Dad. During my early to mid-teen years my Mom had severe depression, and just didn’t function very well. Dad did the best he could in a difficult situation, since I spent my sophomore and junior years just being a slut, essentially taking on all comers. Looking back, it was kind of funny, since except for being out of control sexually I was nothing but a goody two shoes band and choir geek.
Lindy
I went home to my parents over the July 4th weekend. Went to bed early after the long train trip and when I woke up to go to the bathroom about midnight I could hear my parents "doing it." Imagine, Dad's 61 and Mom's 55, actually having sex. When I was younger, I would have thought that gross in the extreme. Now, at age 29 it gave me a good warm hearted feeling, with more than a hint of arrousal.
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