I have often been told that I am very responsive. Meaning that I give lots of verbal cues and well timed mmmmms. About 99% of women like this and find my enjoyment of the situation very much a turn on. Most of my responsiveness is very much real, even if a partner has the skill of a lumberjack. I see it like this, I enjoy food, even average food. Of course I try to limit my intake of McDonalds but if forced I will do my best to enjoy it. The limitation with this analogy is that food rarely talks back telling you how to eat it properly! Another way is like musical instrument, your actions give you instant feed back. Pluck the wrong thing and it will tell you right away if you are doing things wrong!
I remember meeting a pretty girl that worked at the front desk of the Red Lion hotel in Santa Barbara. There was nothing too special about here except that she was cute and friendly. I asked Joelle out for dinner one night and things progressed rather typically. However I was a bit confused, I was never sure what was traversing through Joelle’s mind since she gave me no signals. The first time we kissed she was baffled why I took so long but I got not signals! We eventually slept together but it was like ordering the lobster special and having it taste like cat food. I remember her climax being similar to the sigh one would give while entering the bath. “Did you just have an orgasm???” I asked in shocked confusion but believe it or not she was out and could not answer. I am not kidding, post orgasm she fell asleep like a drugged woman and I was left feeling frustrated but curious whether anyone would mind if I finished up anyway.
Months later I told this story to my close friend Casey and his coworker Ken. We laugh as I imitate her falling asleep mid sex. “Well at least someone was satisfied,” my friend laughs. I respond, “after I would have to go to the bathroom after to finish up! Needless to say that relationship didn’t last long.” “God if Joelle ever knew she was like a dying mackerel in bed” I finished in mock convulsions. While I am laughing and shaking my head, I don’t notice that my audience drops into fearful silence. Casey gently grabs my arm and asks me to follow him. He leads me away from his coworker who has the strangest expression on his face. Casey whispers aggressively to me “the fish girl was Joelle?!” Yeah why, what’s wrong with Ken?” I say. Casey’s face pinches up in pain a bit. “You just told that guy down the hall that his fiancé was the worst sex you have ever had.” “Oops,” I say weakly
I was in early college at the time and am not proud of the big mouth I had but it does make for a funny story. Unfortunately to learn to keep my mouth shut in the future would involve me cramming my whole leg in my mouth and not just my foot.
This was probably not the dead fish girl’s fault. Maybe she had narcolepsy or some odd sleeping sex disease. However I imagine feeding her a succulent filet mignon topped with a Gorgonzola cream sauce would disappointing. We would never know she enjoyed it unless she fell asleep face first in her left over sauce. The giver needs to be guided, they need to know that they are playing the instrument right. I am not asking you to crescendo into a gale of string instruments at the smallest touch but to be responsive open and comfortable with your verbal cues can lead to much greater levels intimacy.
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If you have a gun in your pocket…NEVER LET IT SHOW!
Speak to your partner/ or encounter ONLY EYE TO EYE!
Once laid, your mind will do the rest…
PascalH.
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