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I think it's largely because our society encourages women to be bisexual. It's "hot". The ultimate goal of two women at once, accomadated by the fact that the two women are into each other as well. But still, if you think about it - what do you find on the cover of men's magazines? Half naked women. What do you find on the cover of women's magazines? Half naked women. Now, I consider myself bisexual. I've entertained fantasies of both flavors of the classic threesomes. However, I always see myself as the focus. I never get around to picturing the two men together because, after all, shouldn't they be focused on me?

All right, a couple things. First off, obviously stress and the schedule change can affect intimacy, but that doesn't mean you guys never have sex again just because talking about it is making him defensive and uncomfortable. You're both adults - sit down and have a very real discussion about what's going on. TELL HIM that you don't want to have sex at all because it's become completely unsatisfying to you. Yes, that may be harsh, but it's the truth, and it needs to be discussed. As for his new lack of stamina - tell the boy to buy some Penthouse and get cranking. I imagine the reason he's cumming so quickly these days is because you're not as sexually active as you used to be. And if he's not masturbating, he'll be far quicker to release when he does get some actual stimulation. And on the subject of the blow job - I'm not going to tell you that you have to swallow. I will tell you, though, that if you know you don't like the taste of cum and it turns you off, then maybe you want to try a different approach. After all, if you're the one going down on him, you can hardly get mad at him if it's too much and he ejaculates. Oh, and for the record, the very real discussion should be during the day in a neutral setting, not in bed right after you're irritated and unsatisfied.

Ah yes, code. Always useful. Not only around children (though that started it) but also in "polite company". Our code word became "pizza". It's expanded now so our circle of friends knows it as well, and has become more complex over time (just pizza is sex, microwave pizza is masturbation, breadsticks are general foreplay, salad is oral, hot wings = kink, and so on).

Well, personally I'm not that hard to please, but one of my best friends has a much harder time of it. She's lucky if she orgasms once during any encounter. What she did was just really focus on learning her body on her own so that she'd know what she liked, and be able to communicate it to her partner. Of course, this helps if you have a regular partner who's wiling to take the time to learn you and please you.

Ah, music. I've found that Massive Attack is a good source for music with a heavy, sensual feel to it. Teardrop, Angel, Black Milk, Inertia Creeps, When the Hunter Gets Captured by the Game - all great songs. Also, either Flames or Pretty When You Cry by Vast. The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove by Dead Can Dance. The later release of Mouth by Bush. Justify my Love by Frontline Assembly. Closer by NIN. #1 Crush by Garbage. Oh, and vixen, Allanah Miles does Black Velvet.

From the beginning, the answer has been swallow. At first, because the idea of spitting was repulsive to me - messy, gooey, and spitting just isn't an attractive action. Sure, the flavor wasn't precisely something I relished, but it was in my mouth already - the aftertaste wouldn't magically disappear just because I spat it out. It wasn't until my next partner that I realized "Wow, guys are really turned on by this whole swallowing thing". Realizing that made me far more enthusiastic about it. Also, I imagine there's something incredibly mood-killing about spitting. Or at least, it seems that way to me. In fairness, though, I wouldn't know, I've never done it.

I did video once, and lost the desire to keep watching less than a minute into it. More than a few photos have been taken, though, and those I was far happier with.

My first toy ever was a smaller jelly vibe. I wanted something that wouldn't stretch me, but didn't just want a bullet as I've always needed penetration to orgasm. I was a little off about the fact that it's hot pink, but it works well and still gets frequent use.

All right. If it bothers you, then by all means you need to take it up with him. However, I don't think you should see it as cheating. I mean, it's cybersex - with a person he doesn't know, will never touch, and in all honesty probably doesn't even know what she looks like. You said you saw it as an affair, only in his mind instead of in real life. After thirty years together, do you honestly think he's never fantasized about another woman? Ever? Would you consider that an affair of the mind? Have you never fantasized about another man? Now yes, you can argue that cybering is different, because someone else is involved. But they're nameless, faceless, and untouchable. So where is the betrayal? If it really, truly bothers you, then ask him to stop. Do not, however, take the "you cheated on me" route. Just tell him honestly that you have issues with it, don't make him wrong or guilty by saying he betrayed you, and go from there.

I have always swallowed. Largely, because spitting makes a mess. Also, I realized that my partner seemed incredibly aroused by something that took little to no effort. I mean, come on - getting them to orgasm is the hard part, taking ten seconds to swallow is nothing! I did have one partner in particular where the taste was...rather unpleasant. But his diet consisted largely of meat or processed foods, and very little fruit. My current partner follows the pineapple juice school of thought, and I'm quite satisfied with the results.

This is definitely something I can relate to. I was two sizes larger at my divorce than on my wedding day, and I was pregnant on my wedding day! And I've only lost one size since! However, interview my boyfriend thoroughly and you'll find he has no complaints about our sex life. See, at some point, I convinced myself I was a sex goddess, and have managed to maintain that opinion of myself. Do I still think I'm overweight? Of course. I just realized that, in this area, it didn't have to make a difference. I can't tell you what will get you there - the human mind is a messed up place, and insecurity is always hard to battle with. But it is possible. I think it starts with being able to see yourself as sexy - for me this meant doing my hair, putting on something low cut, getting out of the jeans and tshirts, etc. Figure out what it is for you. It may not be as hard as you think.

I've had a similar problem. I found that laying on my back, with my legs up over his shoulders, not only allowed for full penetration but a rather intense orgasm. Also, I found the "doggy" position was greatly improved by kneeling next to the bed and letting it support my upper body. It takes the pressure off your knees, and he can penetrate deeper as he's not concerned with knocking you over.

The most I've done so far is a little oral on the highway, but that's largely from lack of opportunity. There's a park in town that has these huge, smooth boulders that I think I'll have to try out when it gets warmer. I have a fascination with having sex in the rain - I've always wanted to do it. Similarly, I'd love to give it a go at the beach some day, but I'd have to get back to a beach first.

I have a deep and abiding weakness for a man who knows how to look wicked, and a little sinister. I'm the girl who always gets a crush on the smooth, arrogant villain in movies. My boy has this one outfit in particular - involving a fair amount of leather - that he just looks evil and delicious in. To add to it, since costume can do a lot for a person's mindset, he acts the part rather well. The rest of my "fetishes" are pretty common - leather, corsets (ohhh, corsets), bit of D/s, etc - but that's the fun, somewhat unusual one.

I have to second that. Lane Bryant is the best place I've found for bras that are not only supportive but also cute and even rather sexy.

Honestly, I'm not the world's biggest fan of thongs. They're not the most comfortable undergarments on earth. However, I will admit that men find them rather alluring, and so I own about ten pairs, all of them either velvet or sequined or something along those lines. Also, while they're not as comfortable as I'd like, they are nice when you go out dancing - you don't have to worry about excessive movement causing your underwear to bunch.

I think the strangest thing I ever used was a pizza cutter - you know, the metal wheel thing? We had one with a wooden handle that was about an inch around, five or so inches long, and incredibly smooth. I accidentally left it in the bathroom once, and no one could figure out how it got there. I was just glad I always washed it immediately afterwards. Looking back, it's a miracle that wasn't detrimental to my health.

Ah, orgasms. Well, I've never experienced the laughing fits, though I have made sounds much like laughter before while climaxing. They end when I do, though, and it varies largely on my mood. I have a very hard time orgasming through clitoral stimulation. I've found that I need a toy if it's going to happen that way at all. When it does, I'm usually hyper sensitive and languid afterwards. Vaginal orgasms, though, are very easy for me. It takes a little while for the first one, but after that they just keep coming (no pun intended), and the better they are the more I try for. Really good sex is an adrenaline rush for me, and I'll keep going until my body finally declares itself finished and I'm left in a quivering, content ball of sweat slicked skin and tangled hair. While I don't laugh, I am loud - gasping, whimpering, pleading, etc. You have to put a pillow over my head if there are other people in the house. I have cried twice during sex, and both times it was because it was just a perfect moment of joy and release.

Ooo, boots. I love boots. Whether we're talking a everyday wear or something special. My closet is a shrine to boots and sandals (because, well, summer time calls for something lighter). I tend to avoid drastic heels simply for stability (I had a knee injury last March and high heels are still difficult for me). This makes it harder to find nice boots, but I stlll manage. Vinyl and leather, in black and red. Preferably something that laces up - zippers feel like cheating.

Well, let's see - I'm about to go out on a limb here and be exceedingly brave (for me). I'm about 5'6", and close to 200lbs. And that's after I've lost some of the weight from my pregnancies. So, not at my peak. However, I'm considered beautiful and even sexy by a number of people. Heck, I still have guys I don't know in clubs telling me how hot I am. It's in the way you hold yourself, in knowing how to dress to accent your good points instead of your bad, and in attitude. I KNOW I'm attractive. I may not consider myself a babe, and I know full well I've got plenty of work ahead of me before I'll be completely happy with my appearance, but that doesn't mean I don't have allure now. So yes, women of all sizes are sexy. And while you're at it, go read "Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou.

On the matter of sex - it seems to me that if you have truly tried everything you can, over nearly fourteen years, you should accept by now that nothing you do will change his perspective. Change happens when one desires it, and if he doesn't want to change then he won't. Have you truly told him how important this is? Have you actually told him that you consider adultery because you ache so for affection? He may need to understand the severity of the situation. Or perhaps he does, and chooses to continue as is anyway. Please understand that I am not actually advising you to let him go. I think your first step is to examine your approach, and change it. Is there any chance he may start paying attention if you become frigid and distant? Perhaps if on his next leave you already have plans that don't include him? That may be a bit extreme, but I think you see my point. However, if you're going to cheat on him, you might as well let him go. If you thought he was unresponsive before, that will simply magnify if he ever finds out you violated his trust.

I myself have had a couple threesomes, all two females and one male, and all with my current partner. As of yet, there has been no bad feelings, no regrets, etc and so forth. We knew the other women involved VERY WELL before we did ANYTHING. We all understood from the beginning that while it didn't necessarily have to be a one time thing, it wasn't going to be long term either. One woman was married - with her husband's full consent and understanding (he was stationed in Germany at the time, and sympathized with her situation) - and the other was single. No baggage in either case. I think the key here was how well we knew each other. We were friends who had come to an understanding, not strangers who made arrangements and hoped for the best. As for my enjoyment of the experiences...well...it could have been better. But, this was enlightening to me because it taught me that I don't like timid women. Too boring in bed. I would certainly try it again, applying what I know from past experience to really look for what I want.

Interesting. I have not enjoyed my experiences with anal, but I suspect my partner went about it the wrong way - if nothing else, he was somewhat rushed. It makes me curious to see positive responses from women about it.