I know we’re not working rocket scientists here, but how stupid do you have to be to not be able to remember not to say controversial things for a few hours?

good men enjoy the rich pheromone scents that exist there on those types of days. it’s as raw of a “you” smell as you can get. and as much as we like to think of ourselves as civilized beings, we can’t deny the animalistic desire that the flesh evokes in us. why men deny themselves this is absolutely beyond me. it is…

Pheromones, yo!

I only have personal experience to go on. There’s the germophobes and all around squeamish. (A woman can usually unmask one of those by mentioning her period and watching him squirm with discomfort.) Then there’s the lazy dudes who can’t believe you take longer than two minutes of vague, bored activity. I could go…

I stand against against a wall/tree/fence/rock (alley wall, bathroom stall, I’ve done them all) and lift my skirt. You kneel and spend a couple of minutes making me happy. At home, in the marital bed, is not a requirement for anything. Hell, women have been giving quick quiet head in dark public places for all of…

Thats an insane lie *historians and peoples general presumptions are telling you. Of course people bathed, they swam all the forkin time and i know a brisk cold creek does not get the scum off but they also sweat all the time because most work was physical and they walked everywhere. That kind of athleticism means…

Pheromones are the real deal. I’ve never been with anyone else that affects me so thoroughly, but when my man comes home from a five day solo hike without a shower? I cant help but bury my face in his armpit and just breathe.

I would really, really like to never see a p-in-v lady orgasm or the clear aftermath of one on television or in a movie again. I mean, how many times have you seen that, one person rolling off the other from missionary position or woman on top, both blissed out. Now, how many times have you seen the aftermath of a guy…

Yu’d be surprised a the number of dudes who won’t take direction.

I hear you on that one. The husband seems to really get into it on the days when we’ve been, say, out working in the yard or hiking or whatever. Must be something with pheromones in their reptile brain. In the beginning, I’ll be thinking “Damn I KNOW I’m not fruity fresh down there!” but eventually you just forget…

By the Tudor Age things had sexed up considerably! (Hark, A Vagrant yet again)

I wish we could tell girls this in...... Middle school?... High School?.... Well, you know, earlier on than 30 years old. Never fake orgasms. Communicate your needs to your partner. Etc. Should be mandatory part of sex ed.

I’m happy to do it for the ladies without expecting it in return....

This. With my wife I have to encourage her to provide feedback as I understand that there are sweet spots between amount of pressure, tempo, or where around the clitoris I need to be at a certain moment. It’s easy to get caught up in the rhythm and lose one’s place or accidentally change tempo or pressure outside of…

Mr Bush is much the same... wants ME to demand it of him (I do not have a demanding edge whatsoever in the bedroom) and you know, I’ll say it. I didn’t start really cutting loose and enjoy receiving oral for a loooong time ... until my late 30s at least. Color me self-conscious for decades for whatever stupid…

pretty sure a lot of girls feel the same way over blow jobs.

Well, that makes sense too. Ideally you have a partner who is passionate about making you feel good, not just going through the motions.

Bathing becomes a bit more difficult when you have to haul water, heat water and then bathe. I would imagine it was more a garlic breathe thing—if everyone smells and tastes like a rotting otter corpse, no one does.

My boyfriend loves going down on my (bushy as fuck btw) pussy. Nothing else gets his dick as hard.

I think I hit the holy grail of boyfriends, because Mr. Yacht not only doesn’t mind going down on me, there are days where he all but demands it. I mean, obviously, if I’m not in the mood, he’s not gonna try and force me, but I can’t actually think of a time where he’s headed that direction and I’ve been like, “Sorry…