In the room? I’m not getting up to check. In the bed? Ick, no! Too close to bestiality. Not sure of bestiality’s social status these days, but I’m not into that.
I wouldn’t refuse to bake a cake with a man and a dog figurines on it though.
I’m trying to imagine the mindset that regards its sex life as (a) too private to tolerate a pet’s presence, and (b) completely worthy of being shared on the internet. I don’t think either is all that unreasonable, I just find it odd that both attitudes can coexist in one person.
If we were posting video or something I might see your point, but this discussion is pretty vague.
Anyway, for me it’s less about privacy and more about the fantasy-shattering disruption of having a cat leap onto your pillow.
NEVER with a pet in the room
Now if I could just get my friend to come on command…
Try whistling. The kind of whistling where you put two fingers in your mouth, use your tongue and blow.
In the room doesn’t really bother me. But if a pet starts coming closer or investigating, or better yet jumping onto me purring for attention, show’s over.
I used to know someone who couldn’t have posters with faces/eyes in her bedroom. Just the pictures looking at her bothered her.
My dogs have a hierarchy where they go to my mom if she is home (and in a place where they can comfortably be), and then to me if she is not. The sole exception is if one wants to sleep away from the other, then they’ll split the difference.
Point is, I don’t really have a choice in the matter. They will come into the room. Or they will sit at the door whining and scratching to get in, which is worse.
I find them easy to ignore once they settle in and stop moving around.
The second my Chihuahua senses that my girlfriend and I will be getting down to business he immediately gets his whoopy dog stuffed animal and plays with it for the duration. I kind of thought I would be seeing several others say this same thing.
Exactly! Solo play involves getting into a certain head space, and I just can’t get there with a cat sitting on my neck.
I would just say I used to have this little cat, may she rest in peace, and from time to time I would come out of the shower and there she’d be. Watching me. Kind of hidden. And my first reaction, every time, was to grab a towel. Yiii! Cat saw me naked! Must cover up!
She was such a pervert.
This is probably anthropomorphising a pet one step too far, but some sensitive animals do get curious and/or upset about things they don’t understand. If your sexy times are quite active or vocal, for example. But if they’re the sort who snooze in their little beds, it really shouldn’t matter.
I would understand if you insist on facing the other way from them, though.
The way I heard it, the punch line was…
“Maybe if you pet him first”
Cartoon in Playboy:
A couple getting ready for bed, the woman in a negligee at a dresser, the man unbuttoning his shirt, both paused with a stunned look.
A dog is lying on the floor, asleep, and a parrot on a perch, speaking.
The caption, Yes, Rex, oh, yes! Faster, Rex, faster!
What is the difference between sexy and kinky?
Using a feather is sexy. Using the whole chicken is kinky.
How can’t choke it without using the whole thing!
A FWB who was over at my place for the first time once asked about my rats. I said, “You think I move their cage out into the hall every time I get laid?” He laughed and conceded that it was kind of a stupid question, and we went about our business.
(Rats are too short-sighted to see what’s going on across the room. And besides that, they are not too interested in any activity that is A) loud and rambunctious, or B) not centered on giving them food and/or attention. They did the same thing they did when a hurricane came through town: They slept the calm, untroubled sleep of domesticated animals who have no concept of any kind of disaster worse than getting a BATH.)
On an unrelated topic, I once had a girlfriend who had a dozen or so stuffed animals in her room, all oriented to face the bed. Eventually I cut up a bunch of index cards so they were all holding up scores ranging from 9.3 (Chinese Panda judge) to 10.0. I was actually rather pleased when she decided to leave them as they were.
I thought you were going to talk about the girl who had rows and rows of stuffed animals on shelves in her bedroom. The guy-of-the-moment thought it odd, but that didn’t slow him down. After the sex, she says, “OK, you can choose one from the 4th row”.
mmm
Not masturbation but…
Whenever I get out of the shower, my cat likes to come lay on my lap (I guess he likes the soapy smells).
Sometimes though, I’ll get out of the shower with out getting dressed and plop myself down on the recliner. Cat will come running for his lap time. He’ll hop up on the recliner and then suddenly realize: “Eww, your still naked! Never mind.”