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I nipped at her ear, and swirled my tongue just So against that spot behind her jawbone. I could feel her small moans, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, and her arms buckling, and pressing her down further on me. She’d never done this before, and being the one to show her was an amazing privilege.

I laughed quietly by her ear. She shivered.

“How’re you doin’?” I whispered.

“G-good,” she said, legitimately breathless. A pause. She laughed at the edge of her breath. “G-great.”

I could hear, feel the smile on her lips, and nothing had ever felt so right.

I don’t like to do caps too often and I think you guys know that but CUTE.

My boyfriend is a sex god. I’ve had numerous partners, many of them skilled with their hands or tongue, but I don’t think I knew what good sex was before this. He’s perceptive and sensual, foreplay and post-play involve teasing touches and/or gentle caresses that leave me physically trembling under his fingertips. Being in bed with him is a totally safe and judgement-free zone. He’s fascinated by finding new ways to arouse me. The amazing, spectacular thing is that sex is not over when he comes. Not only is he generally mentally present instead of sleepy afterwards, he’ll continue to stimulate me until I come (twice? three times?) or until he’s hard again. We stay in bed and play for hours. He’s also the only guy I’ve encountered whose sex drive matches mine. Fucking fantastic.

This goes beyond an internet high five. This is just pure, unadulterated living the motherfucking dream and I couldn’t be happier for you if you had a pet sugar glider. Those little guys are so adorable.

I left my girlfriend of two years for my best friend… in principle it was the right thing to do, because I share a lot in common with the latter, in terms of our love of books and film and witty banter. She’s the perfect person for me. But… after two months of trying (I returned briefly to my girlfriend during all this drama) I just give up: I had to admit to myself I have zero sexual chemistry with my friend. And she meanwhile is way deep in love with me, and obviously really likes sleeping with me (the lack of chemistry is only one-way).Maybe I just don’t know how to talk to a partner about this stuff. But what do you say? “You smell and taste a little weird. Your kissing is slobbery and you have a huge tongue that you keep jamming into my mouth or lapping up and down. You’re never subtle, or still. You keep telling me (only half-jokingly) I ‘fuck like a lesbian’ and have to learn to do it the right way. [Note: My ex is bi.] You’re too rough. You’re just so large I can’t figure out where to put my legs or arms, and my cock goes soft while I try to sort it out.”I think in part the problem is that I’m largely service-oriented even when I’m being dominant: I don’t care much about cumming a lot, I mostly like the opportunity to tease and toy and get more forceful. — And my friend is also service-oriented: she’s used to abrupt, violent sex, giving excruciatingly lengthy blowjobs. And she grabs at and sucks my cock hard and relentlessly. It feels like a total mismatch of styles/preferences.So: seriously communication problems, obviously. Which are easily solvable. But there’s also a basic level of I’m-just-not-feeling it that makes me not want to solve those communication problems.

I was in an open relationship and it’s also been a bit cold-showerish to deal with the realities of monogamous dating: the constant edginess around mentions of my ex or other people I’ve been entangled with; “have you been on OKCupid? What are you doing on Craigslist?” (oops… old habits… my gf and I used to love surfing the personals and bringing the really sexy or really stupid ones to each other’s attention); the accelerating expectations for frequency of contact and visits. Not her fault: that’s how she likes her relationships, and that’s the social norm anyway. But it feels like alien territory to me at this point. Jealousy is such a drag.

Anyway, so I just told my new gf I’d rather just be friends. Predictably, she can’t go back: she’s cut me off, and who knows if that will ever change.

In the meanwhile, my old gf is also, of course, saying that either I should return to her, or else for her own sake she needs to end that friendship too. None of the reasons I left in the first place have changed, but on the other hand I really miss the incredible sexual chemistry we had, and of course I still care for her in many other ways too.

It’s looking like pretty difficult times, in a mess largely of my own manufacture.

I don’t like to do caps too often and I think you guys know that but SUCK.

I will never understand unilateral chemistry. I’ve lived through it from the no-chemistry-here side, but it may never stop perplexing me until I live through it from the other side. Then I guess it’s possible I’ll be less perplexed but my face might be sadder.

QP, i’m in such a fantastic state of postcoital bliss that i can’t even begin to talk about it.

but i’m gonna try, anyway.

my partner and i have been together six years, and like most long-term couples we have our ups and downs in the bedroom. lately, we’d been in a bit of a rut, and hadn’t had sex for maybe 2 months. then i went into the hospital for an emergency that led to surgery, which took me out of the sex game for another month.

i thought i was horny before i went to the ER…then, while hopped up on dilaudid, i had the MOST RIDICULOUS SEX DREAM EVER. i remember none of it now, but i woke up with my hand in my underwear. talk about awkward when the phlebotomist came in at 5am that morning!

anyway. got home, HORNY AS HELL, but unable to do anything for a month. and i got more and more frustrated. today, we finally decided to give it a try.

QP, we had sex six hours ago and my nether bits are still trembling. GOOD SEX IS GOOD, AND I HOPE EVERYONE HAS GOOD SEX ASAP.

that is all. i hope this made you smile.

We’re also told that drugs and wrong, and that sex and drugs are incomplete without rock and roll. But I think the first is often championed by people who haven’t tried the right drugs, and can we just remember for a moment that electronica and anarcho-cabaret punk exist? Let’s not limit ourselves, people.

I went down on my guy after he’d already orgasmed once or twice, he didn’t think he was going to be able to do it again.

He came so hard he actually passed out.

I wish I could put that on my fucking resume.

Dating resumes could be a thing.

I took a video of myself masturbating so I could see what it looked like when I squirted/gushed. It was so hot that I got off a couple more times just watching the video.

Fuck yeah. I wonder if anything could be more right than genuinely leching after oneself.

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