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Well, hello there. How *you * doin’?
A dash outside for a cigarette(I always smoke outside), back in the house to brush my teeth, and back to bed for the extended cuddle.
Diet Coke :eek:
Sex.
Cuddling.
More sex.
Cuddling.
More sex.
Cuddling
Sleep.
Half-awake.
More sex.
Back to sleep.
And that’s only the first half-hour.
This sounds so clinical, but having an overly sensitive urinary tract means I have to immediately pee after sex. If I don’t, in 6-8 hours I’ll regret it. It’s gotten to the point where it’s almost Pavlovian: Orgasm, up out of the bed and to the bathroom to pee.
But then, it’s back to bed for some cuddling and a bottle of water, because I’ll need ammo for the bathroom if we have sex again.
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I had a girlfriend and a friend-with-benefits like this. I thought they were holding it in the whole time and quite admired their bladder control, until I asked the girlfriend one time why she always went to the bathroom immediately after sex.
The other friend-with-benefits I’ve had always went into the bathroom after sex to clean up, so she may have gone to pee as well, I don’t know.
I also love cuddling after sex, or sitting around naked and just talking or, better yet, just being.
I don’t really smoke cigarettes these days–dropped them for shisha. Shisha takes a lot of preparation to smoke–I’d rather just cuddle–and I haven’t had a sexual partner since I bought my hookah (about a week or two ago) except for my girlfriend at the time, who didn’t smoke anything. I smoke too much shisha anyway.
My favorite way to go about the whole sex thing is to have sex, go to sleep together, wake up and have sex again. Great way to end and start a day 
After sex? Get up, have breakfast, and go to work.
Well that drive back to the High School I picked her up from, I find fairly relaxing.
Then again I am get’n to be thirtyfive.
Even though I smoke, I’ve never craved cigarettes after sex, and rarely ever have them unless I’m with a girl who smokes and she offers me one.
My “cigarette after sex” has always been water. When I was 16 I had a “person with benefits” (we weren’t even friends, lol), and she would always have a glass of water waiting for me when I crawled in her window.
kung fu wifey and I spoon. I’ve noticed I automatically turn over onto my right side, curling up like a little bug. Then I wheedle her into giving me a back rub. She complains, but she does it anyway. 
Sleep. Oh, and don’t touch me!
Water or juice or tea. Sex makes me really thirsty.
Pee, drink water, stare at one point for 15 minutes.
“Damp”?
Who do you hug, exactly? You know, since she’s off putting the kettle on…