It’s easier for women, fishbicycle. Even at my age I expect that I could ease down to the waterin’ hole and pick up a man. Er, well, a male type human anyway
of partners? I … don’t really know. I turned 14 in 1974, and was very active from then until my first marriage at 25. Probably between 50 and 150. I’ve had a lot of different experiences too, such as girl-girl and mutliple-partner parties. I’ve only been with three people since the first marriage : my first, second, and now-husband.
How old? 46.
m/f? Female
gay/straight? on the straighter side of bi, I think. I do prefer men.
best/worst? Hmmm. best is my now-hubby. It helps if you are connected emotionally. The worst - I dunno, there were so many. Lots of good in there too, tho.
To clarifying terminology here, “intercourse” is a vague term. It can mean vaginal, anal, or oral penetration. If you mean penetration of the vagina by the penis, that’s coitus.
“Best” and “worst” are tricky terms. A young lady I was seeing between marriages 2 & 3 could easily qualify for both. Physically incredible, but severely lacking in the emotional aspect. Both are very important to me.
OK, I had included vaginal and anal under “intercourse,” and oral sex under “other means of getting the jizoutame,” along with handjobs, pearl necklaces and good ol’ “grinding fully clothed until you cum in your jeans.” It’s always good to be clear on these things.
FormerMarineGuy, I find you ratio of “regular sex” to “other” very interesting. 5 out of 6 encounters go all the way. For me, this ratio would be reversed. I think I’ve had around 15 “regular sex” partners, but probably nearing triple digits in other categories of messing around.
Do you have an explanation or strategy for your ability to score so many TDs instead of kicking the field goal (not that there’s anything wrong with 3 points)? For example, going for slightly older women or something like that?
In fact, I would think that biology would dictate a lower ratio, unless one is up to wading the red river. I’ve had multiple 1 nighters result in a Lewinsky because the lass was riding the cotton pony.
13 (married and faithful for 15 years, so 12 in my twenties and 1 (my wife) since then)
44
Male
Straight
Best: An East-Indian Hindu knockout who, unbeknownst to me at the time, was married to a NY Port Authority construction worker, and had 2 kids. I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, but the sex was so good, even after I found out she was married, and even though I was pissed at her for lying to me for three months (yes, you could say I was a little dense not to have seen all the signs), I had sex with her twice more, with the last time almost getting caught by her husband as we were in her house at the time.
Worst: My first. My fault. I didn’t know what the heck i was doing, didn’t enjoy it, and didn’t “finish”, though she achieved “happiness” twice.
Best: A woman twelve years my senior that I met when I was seventeen and stayed intimate with (on and off) until 2000. In that one department, she is the standard against which I measure all women. (That sounds crass, but it’s true. Ah well, it can’t be helped.) Until very recently she was the most libidinous woman I ever met, and she’s still the most… uh… skilled.
Worst: A woman that I hooked up about ten years ago. It was fine at first, until she left her husband (with whom she was in a weird sexless co-dependent arrangement.) As soon as she was out of that, she fell apart, and I spent all my free time consoling her. She had extreme anxiety, and would cry herself out as I held her, and then get amorous. For a couple of months, I’d go straight from work to her place, try to talk her down from whatever had her freaked out for a few hours, and then when she was too exhausted to cry any more, I’d grit my teeth and try to get through the sex. Ever kiss anyone with a mouth full of cold nasal mucous, at length? It’s not nice. But you can’t say anything, if you think the person is in a fragile state. Ugh. Every night like that, for months – getting maybe four hours sleep and napping at work to try to hold it together. I’ve never felt so trapped in a relationship in my entire life.
Runner-up worst: The woman I left home to live with. She was quite a bit taller and heavier than me, and quite athletic, and sometimes she held me down and forced me. Most of the time it was good with her, but I really could have done without that.
That was the gamest post I have ever seen on these boards. Not because wifey may or may not read these boards, but I’d hate to say something like that and have half the guys here agree with me.
And I do tend to think there has been some exaggeration in some of these posts - or I’ve missed what the 70’s promised.
The worst was all those guys who didn’t raise the first number because of a dialogue that more or less went like this:
He: “I got my car outside, wanna fuck?”
Me: “Ok, you got rubbers?”
He: “Uh, no, I never use those.”
Me: “Oh, sorry, then no.”
He: “Uuuuuh, uh… hey, I’ll go buy!”
Me: “Sorry, just not feeling like it any more.”
Stopped counting at age 23 and it was about 200 then, so I think easily 1000 or more would be about right. Years later I met my SO and we have been together 25 years now - see, just took me a little longer to find the right one.
50ish
Male
Gay
The best? Hmm…spent a weekend in a small cabin in the woods with three East German soldiers, lots of beer, little sleep. There were several other very, very memorable evenings, but the weekend in the woods was certainly a high point.
The worst? Woke up to a guy holding a knife who I think was going to kill me…but luckily he was too drunk, I wasn’t and I am alive to write this. That wasn’t such a good evening.
And the oddest? (My own category)…met a guy at a sauna in NYC, I was about 25 at the time… he was a year or two younger I guessed, very good looking, very hot and heavy sex and no words spoken. Walked out of the sauna to the street and he followed. I wanted to exchange phone numbers and - the guy was, uh, mentally challenged…he had perhaps the mentality of a 10 year old! I was mortified…but stayed and talked to him for awhile…he told me his father dropped him off at the sauna on weekends and picked him up later. Sweet kid, but - well, it took me awhile to work that over in my head - later I figured it was kind of cool that the dad realized his son was Gay and simply dropped him off for some fun on the weekend…but still, very strange, kind of creepy, and I have never told this story to anyone before.
1.) 1 (mother of my child also )
2.) 27
3.) Male
4.) Straight
Hmmm, I can’t think I would have stood up to a night of rough sex when I was still a virgin to the point where I probably wouldn’t have been able to get it up. When I did do it for the first time it was a sort of misfire and I had to start all over again :o
No strategy. I am a good talker, and something I have learned over the years, a DAMN GOOD LISTENER. I use what I hear to my advantage. (boyfriend of three years, not a good kisser, likes Martinis, hates guys staring at her breasts). So I kiss her neck softly, buy her eight martinis, and look her in the eyes. I don’t know, it just happens.
As far as older women, I love them. When I was 16 I messed around with a 30 year old, and when I was 20, I hooked up with a forty year old. They both definitely helped me become a better lover.
