More Intimate?

Right out of college, there was a 30-something female supervisor in my company who bragged about making her husband "earn points" for sex....she actually had numeric points she awarded the guy for things he did around the house.

She was really into cycling too and one morning she came to work all excited because her husband had done some sort of major project she'd wanted in their garage and now she had some sort of custom storage/repair area she had always wanted. She was all smiles and happy, then got this strange look on her face and said in a very low voice "I guess I'm takin' it up the ass on Friday..." :eek:

That's fantastic.

I owe my fiance so much ass fucking. But at least I have a lot of gorgeous shoes.
 
When it comes to a guy going down on me I'm just fine with it pretty much any time but during our very short swinging phase waaaaay back in the day, one of the rules my husband had was that the other guy couldn't go down on me. He didn't care about anything else but that. I thought it was weird but whatever.


He was probably worried you might discover some other guy with a golden tongue or something.



I won't let a guy touch my feet. Actually that's probably even more intimate to me than BJs. I'm really not a feet person. Stay away. if I let you give me a foot rub that's some hardcore shit right there.
 
Hey, it was good enough for Pretty Woman! It's not necessarily weird, I for example view hand holding as more intimate than sex. But I don't hold hands with anyone except lovers, so that'd be why.

I think with mouths, you're so close, you're breathing in each other, tasting each other, eye to eye. In that way, it can be a lot more intimate than merely mashing your genitals together.

Truth. It is has a lot to do with the eyes and the breath. Sex can be much more soulful than kissing, but as a casual or first time thing, sex can also be anything but. It can be just a fuck. A kiss is never just a kiss.

And bg, when are you going to make a wedding thread? I'm dying for details!
 
Yes I suppose if you like someone enough it's not hard to know you'll go all in with them. For me, I'm sometimes a bad judge of how much I like someone - I sometimes don't know until I've kissed somebody that I've got NO attraction to them, and sometimes I'll kiss somebody I don't think I like that much and then find myself melting.

Yeah, I'm thinking about it. I'm selective in a lightning calculator way. There are plenty of men that are perfectly presentable and I'm just not the least bit interested. I can tell a guy I'm just not going to come around to the way they see it and I've never been convinced otherwise despite someone not taking my warning and trying to court me anyway.

But every time I've ended up with someone, and I should say a lot of my relationships began on the internet, which means I had lots of time to get to know someone intellectually and emotionally, by the time there were "let's get together" rumblings, I knew I was up for it.

I really have never met someone off the street or in a normal context, I suppose.

It went like First husband < - Cult
Second husband < - internet
Series of lovers that did or did not work out < - internet. All involving trans-continental travel, which involves discussion and planning.
Third husband < - internet. Also...good reason why all the series of lovers didn't work out was because I was already in love with him after second husband, and nobody else measured up.

I was a virgin on my wedding night at 21. Really, really bad time to find out you're allergic to spermicide. I'd like a time machine for a do-over.

It's really not a conscious decision as far as I can tell, it's a lightning bolt, the "love at first sight" sense. I have it with people who become platonic friends also. Part of me is energized around them and I'm motivated, really motivated to cultivate a friendship. If I don't have that lightning rod...it won't happen. Even if they're smart, funny, charming, gorgeous, I definitely get the "what the fuck is wrong with me that I don't like this guy?" but I can't undo my decision.

It's as if a person were a perfume and I were in at the first wafting of it. I can't tell you all the components in it, but I can tell you if it's yummy or not.

I can come on very strong and tell people outright that I'm fascinated or I'm going to stalk them and be fairly aggressive about making sure they know the door is metaphorically open.
 
He was probably worried you might discover some other guy with a golden tongue or something.



I won't let a guy touch my feet. Actually that's probably even more intimate to me than BJs. I'm really not a feet person. Stay away. if I let you give me a foot rub that's some hardcore shit right there.

Feet are just disgusting as hell. Blech.
 
When it comes to a guy going down on me I'm just fine with it pretty much any time but during our very short swinging phase waaaaay back in the day, one of the rules my husband had was that the other guy couldn't go down on me. He didn't care about anything else but that. I thought it was weird but whatever.

Okay, now *I* am curious...did you have any "must not do!" rules for him?
 
Oh my god you know what I hate? When you're ordering food, and you're like, "Do you want anything? Some fries?"

And the other person is like, "Nah, I'm good"

So then you get your food and then you sit down and they're like, "I'll just have some of your fries"

AND THEN THE RAGE KILLING BEGINS

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I enjoy giving BJs so it's one of the first things I want to do with a guy - it makes me wet when I give them, so it's a nice foreplay.

I find kissing to be very personal/intimate, though. And hugging, cuddling.
 
Yeah, that's what we've heard. "Lincoln Tunnel Laurel" is what we've heard.

That made me think of Lincoln Logs. Remember those?

Oh my god you know what I hate? When you're ordering food, and you're like, "Do you want anything? Some fries?"

And the other person is like, "Nah, I'm good"

So then you get your food and then you sit down and they're like, "I'll just have some of your fries"

AND THEN THE RAGE KILLING BEGINS

EXACTLY
 
Didn't see that coming....but not all that shocking I suppose.

No reason it should be shocking. He liked to watch/hear about it. Fairly common I think.
The whole thing was experimental really. Lasted about 5 minutes before we figured out it wasn't really for us.
 
Recently I've had a supposed friendship go spectacularly wrong. This is someone to whom I confided a whole lot of really embarrassing secrets, shared lots of stuff I'd never shared with anyone. And though we're not friends and don't talk, I can tell by their occasional sarcastic remarks that they remember all those things I told them and laugh about it, that they think I'm a big loser. I'd give an arm to go back in time and unshare it all, but once it's out there, it's out there.

In light of that - were I single, I'd rather fuck someone sideways and senseless every which way than tell them a single secret or personal something about me.
 
Recently I've had a supposed friendship go spectacularly wrong. This is someone to whom I confided a whole lot of really embarrassing secrets, shared lots of stuff I'd never shared with anyone. And though we're not friends and don't talk, I can tell by their occasional sarcastic remarks that they remember all those things I told them and laugh about it, that they think I'm a big loser. I'd give an arm to go back in time and unshare it all, but once it's out there, it's out there.

In light of that - were I single, I'd rather fuck someone sideways and senseless every which way than tell them a single secret or personal something about me.

I'm off to have my memory erased.

Meet you at the Motel 6. I'll leave the light on.
 
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Recently I've had a supposed friendship go spectacularly wrong. This is someone to whom I confided a whole lot of really embarrassing secrets, shared lots of stuff I'd never shared with anyone. And though we're not friends and don't talk, I can tell by their occasional sarcastic remarks that they remember all those things I told them and laugh about it, that they think I'm a big loser. I'd give an arm to go back in time and unshare it all, but once it's out there, it's out there.

In light of that - were I single, I'd rather fuck someone sideways and senseless every which way than tell them a single secret or personal something about me.

i've experienced that recently. found out somebody that i'd trusted for a decade had been using me, manipulating me, making up things about me behind my back to other people. it really makes you want to not trust anyone ever again.

but at the same time that's 1 person out of all the others that you have in your life who do deserve your trust, right? i try to think of all the people in my life that i'm thankful for that i have, and it lessens the sting just a little bit.
 
When I was single it was always holding hands, kissing, oral sex then real sex.


After marriage who knew where it would start or end with another couple.

As for now, best friends, that starts with holding hands and then kissing (no tongue) and never anything more.
 
Christ, yet another 'bg23-I-have-an-awesome-fiance' thread.

I've learned not to start too many "I love my husband!" threads.

It attracts sour fruit. Thrown at my face.

Not the intended reaction.

BUT I DO LOVE MY FUCKING HUSBAND AND HE IS FREAKING AWESOME!

EVERYONE! YEAH! I DO!

RIGHT NOW!

STILL!

Yeah.
 
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