"My legs are tingling, I have to sit down or go lay in bed." She stood in the doorway between my living room and kitchen, knees wobbling a bit, a submissive smile she couldn't contain.
I slid a smoke out of her pack of menthols. "That's fine, I'm going to have a smoke." It was 1am, but giving a girl Earth-shattering sex wakes me up.
"Now you know where I get my swagger from" I said with a smirk. Her blissful euphoria overcame any annoyance she would normally have for my unabashed cockiness.
I looked above my fridge to my Bulleit Rye, grabbed it and poured myself a small glass, neat. As I stepped onto my back porch on this cool July evening, I contemplated the situation.
...............
I met her via friends, running into her and her boyfriend occasionally when we were out, and while I'd never hit on her explicitly, I'd always teased her. When her bf moved out of town and they broke up, she went on the prowl, coming out with my friends again. She asked for my # and asked me to a movie. After the movie and a light make-out, I was giving her the "I don't think we should do this bc you're a friend", an honest comment but one I also knew would drive her crazy.
The following Friday night she got drunk with mutual friends at a bar close-by. As a woman who doesn't drink much (usually nothing when she goes out), on this fine evening she was drinking for a reason...lower her inhibitions to have sex with me. Sure as shit she texts me to pick her up.
She was hammered but we banged that night. Then became friends with benefits. She'd come over and we'd chat, watch a movie, go for a walk, etc, then at the very end of the night, when I wanted it, she'd let me stick it in her. This was the usual, which was fine with me, a girl like this is like finding money. But there was something missing.
Last week she mentioned how sex wasn't that great for her (shocking I know). She didn't feel any respect when we had sex (shocking again). It's not smooth and natural, more mechanical (shocking as well ha). As she was one of the most introspective and emotionally honest women I've ever known, she said this in a matter of fact way, not with any complaint or with any motive to change things. Of course I had already known all of her observations, but when she said it I realized I wasn't giving her my best. Mental note: bring my A game next time we bang.
So I did. We made out. I touched, caressed, teased, rubbed, petted. I went fast then slow, I pushed and pulled. I was sensual and aggressive. I took my time. We moved from the couch to the bed, I was patient. I showed her she meant something to me. And she came. She screamed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." And it was worth it.
...............
And so I reflect as I stand on the porch, whiskey in my right, smoke in my left, a woman in my bed "recovering" from a body-shaking, best-sex-of-her-life night, from yet another learning experience. Bring your best. Don't cheapen it. As a man, we want, or rather we think we want, a quick release with no regard to the woman. I've done that. I've done it both ways with the same woman, the same body, the same attraction level. The quick way out isn't worth it. Instant gratification is nice (it's instant after all), but it's not the same. It's like the difference between inheriting money and earning money. Don't cheapen the process. You can't shortcut the process, and you can't shortcut sex with a woman.
Don't wait until you're ready to get a good night's rest to get sex. Start the process an hour before bed.
For her it's all internal, and she has to be prepared with a slow-cook. Warm her up, let her thaw, then heat up, then simmer. She'll be thinking of you for days on end and thanking you for a lifetime.
...............
As I collapsed into bed I sighed "Best sex for you eh? Hm...just a day in the life..."
I slid a smoke out of her pack of menthols. "That's fine, I'm going to have a smoke." It was 1am, but giving a girl Earth-shattering sex wakes me up.
"Now you know where I get my swagger from" I said with a smirk. Her blissful euphoria overcame any annoyance she would normally have for my unabashed cockiness.
I looked above my fridge to my Bulleit Rye, grabbed it and poured myself a small glass, neat. As I stepped onto my back porch on this cool July evening, I contemplated the situation.
...............
I met her via friends, running into her and her boyfriend occasionally when we were out, and while I'd never hit on her explicitly, I'd always teased her. When her bf moved out of town and they broke up, she went on the prowl, coming out with my friends again. She asked for my # and asked me to a movie. After the movie and a light make-out, I was giving her the "I don't think we should do this bc you're a friend", an honest comment but one I also knew would drive her crazy.
The following Friday night she got drunk with mutual friends at a bar close-by. As a woman who doesn't drink much (usually nothing when she goes out), on this fine evening she was drinking for a reason...lower her inhibitions to have sex with me. Sure as shit she texts me to pick her up.
She was hammered but we banged that night. Then became friends with benefits. She'd come over and we'd chat, watch a movie, go for a walk, etc, then at the very end of the night, when I wanted it, she'd let me stick it in her. This was the usual, which was fine with me, a girl like this is like finding money. But there was something missing.
Last week she mentioned how sex wasn't that great for her (shocking I know). She didn't feel any respect when we had sex (shocking again). It's not smooth and natural, more mechanical (shocking as well ha). As she was one of the most introspective and emotionally honest women I've ever known, she said this in a matter of fact way, not with any complaint or with any motive to change things. Of course I had already known all of her observations, but when she said it I realized I wasn't giving her my best. Mental note: bring my A game next time we bang.
So I did. We made out. I touched, caressed, teased, rubbed, petted. I went fast then slow, I pushed and pulled. I was sensual and aggressive. I took my time. We moved from the couch to the bed, I was patient. I showed her she meant something to me. And she came. She screamed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." And it was worth it.
...............
And so I reflect as I stand on the porch, whiskey in my right, smoke in my left, a woman in my bed "recovering" from a body-shaking, best-sex-of-her-life night, from yet another learning experience. Bring your best. Don't cheapen it. As a man, we want, or rather we think we want, a quick release with no regard to the woman. I've done that. I've done it both ways with the same woman, the same body, the same attraction level. The quick way out isn't worth it. Instant gratification is nice (it's instant after all), but it's not the same. It's like the difference between inheriting money and earning money. Don't cheapen the process. You can't shortcut the process, and you can't shortcut sex with a woman.
Don't wait until you're ready to get a good night's rest to get sex. Start the process an hour before bed.
For her it's all internal, and she has to be prepared with a slow-cook. Warm her up, let her thaw, then heat up, then simmer. She'll be thinking of you for days on end and thanking you for a lifetime.
...............
As I collapsed into bed I sighed "Best sex for you eh? Hm...just a day in the life..."
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
