Okay people, back to the matter, umm....at hand. 
Warning, long ass post.
What is the best sex you ever had? What was it that made it so good? Conversely, what was the worst, and the reason for that?
I'll go first, obviously. Best sex I ever had:
There was a married guy I was seeing shortly before I myself got married. (I know, OK? You don't have to say it.) To this day, I can't really classify the relationship, but believe it or not, it was one of the best, healthiest ones I've ever had. We were amazing close as friends, and also extremely in lust with one another. He told me, and knowing him, I believe it, that he never loved his wife any less the whole time he was in love with me, which leads me to believe there is more than one "perfect" person out there for everyone.
But I digress. There was a lot of flirting and teasing when we first got to know each other, stopping just short of actually doing anything. One night I just finally couldn't take it any more, and being 99% sure he'd let me, I kissed him. Well, he did let me, but only to a point. I never forced him to do anything, because, basically, I couldn't...how do you force a man? And if he really didn't want to, I would have stopped. He was after all, and above everything else, a friend. This was one of those cases where "no" meant "maybe".
So I kind of had to talk him into it. I knew he wanted to, or he never would have done or said some of the things he did or said, and he wouldn't have played tonsil hockey with me for 10 minutes. I know how smarmy it sounds, but it was a rush getting him to realize that fact and give in. Like I said, I didn't coerce him, and it was totally consensual. Location was part of his nerves...we weren't exactly in the most private place.
What made is so good was that he was slightly dominant, while I am slightly submissive. He wasn't afraid to "take", and I wasn't afraid to let him. Also that it was finally the culmination of months and months of fantasies and flirting. We were finally going to do what we'd both wanted for so damn long.
It was also good because we completely and totally trusted each other, and knew there was no committment...that it was just whatever it was for however long it lasted. On the physical level, we fit each other perfectly, and he was never afraid to ask me what I wanted, or if I liked it. Neither was I. The sex was a physical expression of trust, but it was also about exploration and experimentation, not totally about "making love", if you will. It was mostly just to feel good with someone we trusted. We remain friends to this day, though we don't have a physical relationship any more.
The worst...hmm...that would be a few months after he and I "split up"....or whatever I was at a friend's house, who I knew was attracted to me, but I didn't reciprocate. We both got pretty drunk, and he said to me, "You've been here all this time, and I haven't even gotten a kiss". I don't know why I did it, honestly. Again, it was consensual, if I had said no, he would have respected it. I suppose it was just an "I'm drunk, why the hell not" sort of thing.
I had no real feelings for this guy, we weren't even terribly close friends. The sex was, well, less than stellar. What are those British soldiers called? Oh yeah, minute men. I don't really regret it, but it's just like, why?
Warning, long ass post.What is the best sex you ever had? What was it that made it so good? Conversely, what was the worst, and the reason for that?
I'll go first, obviously. Best sex I ever had:
There was a married guy I was seeing shortly before I myself got married. (I know, OK? You don't have to say it.
) To this day, I can't really classify the relationship, but believe it or not, it was one of the best, healthiest ones I've ever had. We were amazing close as friends, and also extremely in lust with one another. He told me, and knowing him, I believe it, that he never loved his wife any less the whole time he was in love with me, which leads me to believe there is more than one "perfect" person out there for everyone. But I digress. There was a lot of flirting and teasing when we first got to know each other, stopping just short of actually doing anything. One night I just finally couldn't take it any more, and being 99% sure he'd let me, I kissed him. Well, he did let me, but only to a point. I never forced him to do anything, because, basically, I couldn't...how do you force a man? And if he really didn't want to, I would have stopped. He was after all, and above everything else, a friend. This was one of those cases where "no" meant "maybe".
So I kind of had to talk him into it. I knew he wanted to, or he never would have done or said some of the things he did or said, and he wouldn't have played tonsil hockey with me for 10 minutes. I know how smarmy it sounds, but it was a rush getting him to realize that fact and give in. Like I said, I didn't coerce him, and it was totally consensual. Location was part of his nerves...we weren't exactly in the most private place.
What made is so good was that he was slightly dominant, while I am slightly submissive. He wasn't afraid to "take", and I wasn't afraid to let him. Also that it was finally the culmination of months and months of fantasies and flirting. We were finally going to do what we'd both wanted for so damn long.
It was also good because we completely and totally trusted each other, and knew there was no committment...that it was just whatever it was for however long it lasted. On the physical level, we fit each other perfectly, and he was never afraid to ask me what I wanted, or if I liked it. Neither was I. The sex was a physical expression of trust, but it was also about exploration and experimentation, not totally about "making love", if you will. It was mostly just to feel good with someone we trusted. We remain friends to this day, though we don't have a physical relationship any more.
The worst...hmm...that would be a few months after he and I "split up"....or whatever I was at a friend's house, who I knew was attracted to me, but I didn't reciprocate. We both got pretty drunk, and he said to me, "You've been here all this time, and I haven't even gotten a kiss". I don't know why I did it, honestly. Again, it was consensual, if I had said no, he would have respected it. I suppose it was just an "I'm drunk, why the hell not" sort of thing.
I had no real feelings for this guy, we weren't even terribly close friends. The sex was, well, less than stellar. What are those British soldiers called? Oh yeah, minute men. I don't really regret it, but it's just like, why?
