“But I want to kiss your ears.”
“No, I don’t like it.”
“Okay, kiss mine, because I like it.”
“No.”
The tamest I’ve rejected was when she kissed/licked my nipple.
I hate that, in a visceral unthinking fingernails-on-the-blackboard, chewing-tinfoil-with-a-mouth-full-of-fillings, balloon-rubbing, styrofoam-squeaking kind of way. It just gives me the creeps.
In the Clint Eastwood movie The Rookie, there’s a scene where Sonia Braga teases/tortures Eastwod’s character by cutting him with a razor (not on the nipples) and licking his nipples. I could take the razor no problem. But if she licked my ni[pples, I’d spill the invasion plans.
Fortunately, Pepper Mill doesn’t feel this way about her nipples.
Talk dirty to me
What do I say!!!
Whatever you feel, what ever you want.
I don’t WANT to talk dirty!
2)
I want to learn how to please you; let me watch you pleasure yourself.
NO!!!
sigh.
4 years and I still haven’t seen him pleasure himself. Did I mention I’m his wife?
I have to say, talking dirty is (for me) something I either feel like doing or I don’t. It’s very much a spontaneous, “in the moment” thing, and being *asked * to pretty much brings the moment to a screeching halt. Now I’m just feeling distracted and pressured and mildly annoyed and I can’t think of a single thing to say that isn’t “Well, I *was * enjoying this.”
Of course, none of that applies if you asked in a conversation *about * rather than *during * sex.
Dirty talk is rough. I’d feel silly if I were asked to talk dirty (and I can talk a very inventive blue streak, but I feel self-conscious doing it on demand). As “Seinfeld” demonstrates, one person’s dirty talk can offend another person easily and can easily seem creepy, perverted, kinky (and not in a good way).
One ex-gf of mine used to describe what we doing, as we were doing it, in a way that often made me laugh, which was definitely not what she aiming for. (She would describe acts in a slightly stilted, romance-novel kind of way, and I would just totally lose it. She would get this hurt expression on her face like “Are you making fun of me?” and I’d be trying to explain, “No, no no,” but what with the tears streaming down my cheeks and the helpless paroxyms of laughter, I wouldn’t be able to utter a meaningful syllable in my defense.)
“Honey? Can we leave the lights on this time? No? Well, can we do something other than missionary position? Really? Can I at least put my legs on your shoulders? No? Sigh.” <falls asleep>
That relationship was bad.
I’m also one of those who doesn’t like receiving oral. Mouths are cold.
Same here. Either I persist in choosing weird women, or I’ve got a forked tongue and never noticed it.
I’m not sure a forked tongue would be a disadvantage in cunnilingus.
Just sayin’.
**What is the tamest sexual request you’ve had rejected by a partner? **
May I hold your hand?
Oo, give me a call if you ever decide to bring that forked tongue to Boston. Although I guess I can’t really help with the “choosing weird women” bit.
Tamest sexual request I’ve had rejected? Plain ol’ intercourse. This was fairly recently, after we’d done oral and I was literally begging him to fuck me. grump
Tamest sexual request I’ve rejected: I’m not sure exactly how sexual it was for him, but an ex-boyfriend of mine kept trying to play with my bellybutton. I have weird nerves in my bellybutton - touching them, even a little bit, sends this very uncomfortable feeling shooting straight down the nerves. I tried to convince him that I didn’t have a bellybutton because “I was born from Zeus’s kneecap!”
“Roll over.”
When your buddy, the funeral director, said to stop by for a cold one, that wasn’t what he was referring to. 
He: “Hi!”
She: “I don’t like you in that way.”
:eek:
Are you my girlfriend? Very spooky. You have the exact same same tone, complaints, and, ah, quirks that she does. We’re also in Boston.
I’m weirded out here.
Oh, upon rereading you do oral. She does not. No way, not at all. It is very vexxing to me.
Then my work here is done. 
Dredging from long-lost, very old memories.
The guy who didn’t want head.
The guy who would only do it if I was on top.
The guy who insisted I kept my bra on.
The guy who liked to lick my toes, but wouldn’t kis me anywhere higher than the knee.
Oh, yes, I knew how to pick them!
I freak out of anyone (except my husband, but he’s had 5 years to earn my trust0 touches my neck. Don’t try to adjust my scarf, put on my necklace, casually wrap your arms around my neck or anything similar. I will scream, and not in a good way.
My ex-wife would often decline sex pre-emptively.
“Hi honey, I’m home, what am I cooking for dinner?”
“Chicken and rice, and just so you know, I’m not in the mood at all tonite.”
“O…k. Well, I’ll just go cook then.”
Which was weird, becase she would get very excited about the thought of going out and having sex with other people. So yeah, that marriage didn’t work out so well.
My loving current wife isn’t a big fan of oral either, though occasionally she surprises me. She’s also in that whole “I don’t want to shower with you” club. Very odd, as I love to do that.
And for the record, I haven’t turned down or said no to anything any of my partners have wanted to do, ever.
I once dated a girl who wouldn’t let my mouth anywhere near her breasts. Kissing, licking, whatever – she’d immediately push my head away and say “No”. She had no issues with receiving oral though, just the breast thing.
That answer deserved far more credit than it got
When I was briefly sexually active lo these many years ago, my one ongoing partner and I were both in our very early 20s. Even when he wasn’t worn out from sleeping with other people, he would refuse what I felt was a very reasonable request for a young couple: sex every day. Is it too much to ask??