I think “both” would be okay. 
Okay, but how many people would get mad at someone who thought anal was a bit gross because of, uh, santorum? Sperm isn’t as full of gross bacteria, but the idea still squicks some of us out. Well, me anyway, but my knowledge of these matters isn’t much yet.
Meh. It’s semen, not battery acid. It won’t hurt ya none.
On the other hand, snot won’t hurt ya none either, but who wants a face full?
I guess I see both sides here.
Think of it as pickle snot. Think of it as…snot…with love!
that’s why it’s so warm
The OP got me to thinking, then I turned the gender tables, and I ended up wondering whether men ever seek sex when what they really want is to be held and/or kissed. If so, is it bad sex when you don’t feel sufficiently embraced when it’s over?
Slight veer off-topic here.
At two seperate times in my life I dated two different women who were, shall we say, not exactly libido mavens, nor were they particularly good at sex. Normally, they had no desire whatsoever, and even when they did, they didn’t quite get the concept.
And yet, both of them, when complaining about their horrible jobs and dire financial situations (and blaming it on me, to boot), said “I saw in the classifieds that I can make $40 per hour as a phone sex operator.” Then they threatened “Maybe I’ll do that, and get rich.”
Uh, I don’t think so, hon. You’re not really overqualified for the position. You won’t be raking in the big bucks with “Ooh baby, I have a headache” or “Hey hot daddy, there’s no way you’re putting that in my mouth. Buy me jewelry.”
It’s never really come up that way for me. But there have been a number of times when I wasn’t in the mood, but pretended to be because my partner really wanted it. That can be a chore that can be anywhere between really boring and very unpleasant. But sometimes the mood strikes right in the middle of the proceedings.
Based on some of the women I know who’ve managed to get married, this statement really depends on who’s calling…
Couple of things:
I’m assuming that “Oh God Fuck Me Harder!!!” is omitted from this particular complaint. Yes?
I’m assuming that “Come Fuck Me” boots are equally omitted from this particular complaint.
Please correct me if I’m wrong, 'cus I’m going to have to modify a couple of things…
Same thing for me, word for word.
Not only bad sex, but one of the worst moments of my life.
[hijack]
Oh dear gods!! Don’t take off the boots!!
A gynecologist once told me that the worst odor in the exam room is boots-off feet.[/hijack]
OK, a question about those girls who just lay there. I have lots of guy friends and all of them have had at least one girl like that. My friend, whose ex cheated on him, and who said she was a bad lay, claimed that she wanted to fuck all the time but when they did it, she turned into a warm corpse and did nothing.
To a woman, these girls come on like nymphos-- they talk about sex, they seem to want it all the time, etc., but then when they get the guy in bed, the do nothing. And they never have orgasms either, I’ve noticed, and no small wonder. I wouldn’t either if I didn’t move a muscle the whole time.
So what is it with these girls? Is it a power thing, they just want to get the guy into bed to say they did, and that’s it?
mmm is that rabbit hole anywhere near st louis?
tsfr
I messed around with a chick for a few weeks, who couldn’t get off unless I. went. very. very. very. very. slow.
So slow, in fact, that I would almost lose my hardon unless I moved a little.
I refused, and she never got off.
But I did.
Hey! I’m not the only one with this problem. I feel so much better. I’ve suffered from this occasionaly due to psychological problems. Mainly caused by our kids bursting into the room too many times. I fixed it by putting a bolt on the door.
I’ve been a very good and a very bad lover before. There are lots of variables between the two people and how their bodies and personalities react with each other, and whether the sex is good or bad depends a lot on (a) how well the sexual tendencies of the parties involved happen, by coincidence, to fit well together and (b) how well the parties involved can communicate to bridge the gaps. I for one would say bad sex is better than no sex, but I want to please her and I want her to be into it. If it just clicks and it works, great, but communication is huge. I think I’ve had enough sexual experience that I could’ve learned more and progressed better in my prowess if I could have gotten the women I was sexually incompatible with to freakin’ talk to me about it. I swear it was like pulling teeth, except with that pursuit you eventually get the tooth if you try hard enough. Sigh.
Anyway, I’m in a new relationship and we haven’t had sex; at this point in my “career” I find myself optimistically wondering how compatible we will be and how well we’ll be able to communicate, more so than the generally anxious state I’ve always been in leading up to the first time with a girl. I think it’ll turn out OK; we both like sex and we’re extremely similar in everything else, including our fetishes–each of us is already into a small handful of kinks that the other really wants to try–and we communicate really well. Fingers crossed.
Brilliant!
That goes for swallowing, too. Of course, it depends on the guy, and on variables like his diet. I make sure to sample my merchandise before I put it on the market, so I know mine isn’t going to make anyone sick or be really unpleasant to ingest. Trust me. I’ve swallowed my stuff and other women have swallowed my stuff and it ain’t that bad–unless you leave it swishing around in your mouth and analyze it to the point where you start mentally gagging. Just freakin’ swallow it and stop thinking about it so much. It means a lot to me, and you’ll find it not at all an unpleasant experience.
FWIW, my last GF was a 1 (going through the motions for a green card); the last one before her wasn’t any of the six categories but we couldn’t communicate; and the two before her were pretty damn good (with the exception of, again, some minor communication issues). My first fuck buddy was a 2 (no clue), but I also had no clue, as we were both virgins at the time. The cluelessness made it that much better; we were exploring something new together. Looking back on it, we both took a pretty scientific approach to it. (“How does this feel? How does this feel? How does this feel?”) It was pretty rad. Then again, I’m a Chemistry major, so there you go…
My second fuck buddy had some #3 cases (apprehensive/conflicted), as she had some body image issues. But we worked through those pretty well.
Never really experienced 4 or 5, though my second fuck buddy did some #6 sometimes. Again, I thought we worked through that fairly well.
Really? I’m just trying not to give the neighbors a free show, and to make sure my roommates know my room is in Do Not Disturb status. Plus it sets the mood better.
“Faster! Harder! Deeper!”
Faster? Sure, OK.
Harder? I’ll do what I can.
Deeper? 
You NEVER say deeper…
heh.
You know, Ruby, I don’t know who’s going to answer this question. Guys are going to say that if they knew they were signing up for awful sex they would nnt hever signed up in the first place, and girls…well, is anyone prepared to say “Yes, I’m one of those terrible lays, and here’s our operating plan…” You might just have to accept this as a mystery.
You’re probably right. Or is it a myth? Do women really lay there without moving at all? I mean, how could you be getting fucked and not move? Seems like a biological impossibility to me, but guys SAY it happens.
I had this one girlfriend who was very into “conquering” guys. When she was with someone, she was alllll over him in public, playing it up like she was the nympho queen of the galaxy. When she was fucking my boyfriend at the time’s roommate, she did the whole, “Harder, faster, deeper!” thing, whole 9 yards. Dude thought he was Peter North and John Holmes combined with the Second, Third and Fourth Comings (pardon the pun).
In the course of girl talk, she confided in me that no man had ever gotten her off. EVER. Not even with oral. She told every guy she was with this, that no other guy had gotten her off. She said this made them work extra hard, and they convinced themselves that they were the one who was going to send her over the rainbow.
Of course they never did. But she had them lined up and she was knocking them down like ninepins. Makes an honest girl wonder why she bothers… and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this story from the guy’s end, and they all HAVE convinced themselves that they were the one that did it for her, whoever “she” was in this story. Sad and funny, all at once, eh?