Far and away the best, in so many ways. He’s so amazing in so many ways I can’t believe he’s real. We’ve been dating almost 9 months, and I still giggle when he kisses me hello.
And sex wise… I’ve never had multiple orgasms while having vaginal penetration sex before (what’s the easy term for that? Not oral is what I mean)
Every day I wake up and think I am such a lucky, lucky girl.
Oh yeah, I’m pretty shallow that way. If the sex hadn’t been mind-blowing (and stayed that way, with varying degrees of frequency over the years) I probably would not have committed to marriage. I couldn’t say that there may not have been a single remarkable instance with someone else, but for overall quality and follow-through, yes, he’s my best.
She doesn’t know how good she is. True, she goes through phases when she’s not in the mood, generally; and I know she has issues about her appearance. She also greatly prefers me to initiate, and sometimes that requires me to make a major effort. But when she gets going, it’s like she’s a connoisseur, she really enjoys it.
She reminds me of one of the great three-decker sailing ships of Nelson’s day. When at anchor, you can look at that expanse of hull, all those knots and lines needing to be worked, and fret about the labor of hauling up that anchor. But get those sails unfurled, and she’ll catch the wind and take off gloriously, a bone in her teeth, every line taut and humming, ready to do or die for King and country!
God save the Queen!
Sailboat
I’m right there with ya.
Though sex is important to me… so if they suck at it, it factors into the longevity of the relationship/dating.
Not even close. Even though my SO is a very nice woman and I think decent in bed she is just not enthusiastic in any way. I get the idea she would like to be somewhere else. Actually I think I would like to be as well.
My second wife on the other hand… Other than her being a complete bitch, the sex balanced out the bitchiness.
No, but she’s not bad. She’s less adventurous/kinky than I’d like, but an enthusiastic partner when she’s in the mood.
I think because of the formulation of birth control pills that she’s on, her sex drive is lower than when I met her. She has complained about weight gain and cramps during her period, which may be connected too. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have much choice about the pills. She’d have to switch clinics to get different ones, and there are only a couple of different formulas available in Japan anyway. The ones she was on before they switched to Japan-only brands were better for her.
I’m not unhappy with the sex, not at all, but I wish she was willing more often, and was more open to trying new things. Still, good solid fun and occasionally great orgasmic interludes works pretty well for a satisfying sex life.
Oh yeah! He knows how to give me multiples every.single.time. And the fact that we are so in love makes it even better. You hear all the time that love makes sex more passionate…man are they right about that. I love staring in his eyes while we are going at it. The love and passion make it so unbelievably intense. And I need to stop thinking about this while I’m sitting at work 
Without a doubt, yes. We have had our rocky times but the bedroom has never been a problem. After twelve years we still surprise each other and it is never boring. I think it is more the passion and enjoyment of each other than the actual orgasms. We rarely have sex that lasts less than an hour start to finish.
My last SO? Yeah, without a doubt. It also helps that she was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, though. Stayin’ single right now, though. Woooo.
That makes you a sad panda. 
That’s always the way it goes, very rarely can you get, wrapped into one package, the lover, friend, mother(or father), helper etc. etc. There was one girl at a vacation spot in Indiana that I used to frequent, who was just about everything a fella could ask for, including married. Fantastic, she was. Pure bliss. I also lived and went out with a stripper for a while who, uh, brought her work home, which made for some in-freaking-credible multiple partner with toys and shoes and lingere just-like-in-a-porno sex. Likewise, some of the other ships that passed through my night were incredible at this thing or that, but none fulfilled the entire sphere until the mrs came along.
Of course, the heat has since faded, or been extinguished I’m not sure which, but things are ok for now, and if a slow sex life is the worst thing that happens to me, I will consider myself lucky. As a side note, I understand it that my former entertainer/ paramour and her boyfriend at the time were beaten nearly to death by a jealous ex of hers that was in prison for a botched robbery. I fate I might have shared had I stayed in the saddle.
Things happen for a reason.