Where are the non-creepers?
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I’m always reading articles in Cosmo about perfecting “the art of the blow job.” And maybe I’m just selfish but uh, doesn’t it take two to “perfect” the horizontal tango? Also, I don’t imagine GQ is giving tips for men on mastering a southern French kiss.
Since when did sex become just about pleasing him (or her)? Shouldn’t it be beneficial for all parties involved?
I bring this up because I recently discovered how much better it is when you do. For years, I was faking it, hoping he would magically move a little to the right. All this time. not knowing that if I just opened my mouth and told him he would fix it. But I didn’t, and I carried on like Meg Ryan in her infamous restaurant scene pretending everything was fine.
Then, one late night, while I was doing the nasty, my guy stopped me and preceded to tell me he didn’t like what I was doing (don’t worry I’ll spare you the details). At first, I was a little ticked, actually I was really p.o’ed. For about 6 months we had been having sex and I had been faking it the entire time. Who was he to tell me what to do?! So I pushed him off of me, got dressed and left.
The next day I realized the opportunity he had given me, now I could tell him all the things he needed to fix. So I went back over, apologized for leaving, and let him have it.
I told him everything that I didn’t like about what he was doing, along with what I had wanted him to do for the past six months. He wasn’t mad. In all honesty, it looked like he was taking mental notes…. as in he wanted to make sure I was enjoying it just as much as he had been.
I was a little shocked, when after I had taken a second to breathe he said, “Go on,” looking at me with learning (read: hungry) eyes. He was enjoying this! So, more confidently this time, I rattled off the things I’d been dying to try with him.
Dating An Engineer
5 Essential Tips for Dating Someone with Kids
The fundamentals of keeping long-distance love healthy
When He Gives You A Drawer
Great Textpectations
Don’t Let Rejection Screw You Over
Don’t Fear the Distance
The Benefits of a Long Distance Relationship
Should I Stay or Should I Go
I’m always reading articles in Cosmo about perfecting “the art of the blow job.” And maybe I’m just selfish but uh, doesn’t it take two to “perfect” the horizontal tango? Also, I don’t imagine GQ is giving tips for men on mastering a southern French kiss.
Since when did sex become just about pleasing him (or her)? Shouldn’t it be beneficial for all parties involved?
I bring this up because I recently discovered how much better it is when you do. For years, I was faking it, hoping he would magically move a little to the right. All this time. not knowing that if I just opened my mouth and told him he would fix it. But I didn’t, and I carried on like Meg Ryan in her infamous restaurant scene pretending everything was fine.
Then, one late night, while I was doing the nasty, my guy stopped me and preceded to tell me he didn’t like what I was doing (don’t worry I’ll spare you the details). At first, I was a little ticked, actually I was really p.o’ed. For about 6 months we had been having sex and I had been faking it the entire time. Who was he to tell me what to do?! So I pushed him off of me, got dressed and left.
The next day I realized the opportunity he had given me, now I could tell him all the things he needed to fix. So I went back over, apologized for leaving, and let him have it.
I told him everything that I didn’t like about what he was doing, along with what I had wanted him to do for the past six months. He wasn’t mad. In all honesty, it looked like he was taking mental notes…. as in he wanted to make sure I was enjoying it just as much as he had been.
I was a little shocked, when after I had taken a second to breathe he said, “Go on,” looking at me with learning (read: hungry) eyes. He was enjoying this! So, more confidently this time, I rattled off the things I’d been dying to try with him.