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Question of the Week Best sex you've ever had?

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Haven't done one of these in a few weeks. This week's question is:
What is the best sex you have ever had?
 
Mine was last summer with this girl I'd met at a rave a couple weeks prior. Was pretty vanilla stuff (at least by my standards) but it felt really fucking good. Probably because I was actually fucking someone who I had chemistry with personality-wise instead of just sexually.
 
arrall said:
Mine was last summer with this girl I'd met at a rave a couple weeks prior. Was pretty vanilla stuff (at least by my standards) but it felt really fucking good. Probably because I was actually fucking someone who I had chemistry with personality-wise instead of just sexually.
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What you shared about chemistry and personality made me want to share this….

I’ve had sex with many people over the almost 40 years since I seduced my next-door neighbour at 14 and we both lost our virginity. I’d guess somewhere north of 300. The majority in Asia where I lived for a couple of decades but also many in Australia. Everything from shopping centre pickups, seedy-bar one-night stands, colleagues, friends, friends’ mothers, long-term lovers to whom I was faithful, and more than a few professionals with whom I have exchanged amounts ranging for $5 to $500 per hour for sex.

For a long time I thought the best sex was my early experiences at age 15-18 where it mostly involved girlfriends experiencing their first time. But the stuff that really sticks in my mind is a couple of Chinese ladies I met in Australia not too long ago who found themselves doing sex work professionally for different and mostly tragic reasons. They were aged approximately 28, 41, ad 50 respectively and barely spoke English.

It had been my habit when having a solo meth binge to book a lot of time in my local low-rent bordellos just to be out of my house, have some company, and also reduce the risk of getting busted. I would pay whatever the full service rate was but make it clear that I didn’t want anything sexual. I knew full well that these ladies hated their jobs and that 75 % of the customers treated them pretty contemptuously or disposably at best and it’s not in me to knowingly contribute to that kind of ugliness in the world. So, I’d smoke and try chatting in rudimentary Mandarin or by using Google Translate on my phone. Two of the ladies smoked and I’d sociably let him have whatever they wanted from my bag.

Long story short: over many visits it gradually became clear that both sides increasingly understood and appreciated the other as a real person and not just as as fuck-toy on my part or an ATM machine on their part. In all three cases over many visits and as we shared more and more about our respective backstories the lady moved herself from her chair to sit close with me on the bed and seemed to want non-sexual physical intimacy. Which I enjoy and like giving to people I feel affection for. Then, in a way that seemed to me entirely natural, unrushed, unforced, and genuinely desired by both of us that led to the slowest, most gentle, most tender lovemaking of my life. Genitals were an afterthought for hours and most of our focus was on everywhere else. I just can’t recall ever feeling so connected to another human being than I was each of these times. I just could not believe that the experience was not mutual. To this day I think I was given a very special gift by these ladies irrespective of the commercial situation.

After some subsequent meetings that did become much more erotic and passionate but still felt similar to the first in terms of what one of my artist friend described as their ‘tragic poetic beauty’ when I asked his advice about the whole thing I just drew a line under each one and never went back to their workplace again. I said goodbye in person, explained that my heart just couldn’t deal it all, and told them to call me anytime they had problems and needed a friend in Australia. I specifically said to two of them that they should not hesitate to call me if smoking meth began to create major difficulties - which I think it will sooner before later.

This is also why I am having so much trouble at the moment rotating back to the real world. There is no love for me there. No connections so beautiful and intense. No poetry. No tragedy. No beauty.
 
The best was a handjob years ago from my gf at that time.
 
There is no one best for me. Countless times in my life I have thougt THAT was the best sex I’ve ever had, before realizing that there is no way of comparing one experience to another, nor is there a reason to. Also my criteria for good sex have changed over time. In recent years however, with the discovery of prostate play, with being in my first healthy and balanced long term relationship, having discovered kinks, as well as being (once again) with a fully multi-orgasmic woman (with time I’ve discovered that I prefer multi-orgasmic women), I have surely hit a goldmine of best-sex-ever.
 
Atomic_Decay said:
Who bent you?
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my girl, now wife, think being nude in the hot springs and waterfalls, streams, just running free in natural isolation off grid, was just so erotic for us, but yes that soft mossy log that left heart prints when sitting on it will never be forgotten, def the epitome of a true nature lover she is
 
People, places and things (been there, done that!) will always be overshadowed by one thing.


If you say...

You fucked someone famous? You're a fangirl.

You fucked someone in the most sexy place on earth? You could just move there...

You fucked someone using the hottest sex toys money can buy? They don't allow returns on those items...


But if you say...

You fucked someone who reciprocates the love you have for them? Ok. You win.
 
I am still hoping I have it to look forward to.

Only had 4 different partners and all four were basically narcissistic sons of bitches that never had any patience with me. All each ever wanted to do was fuck my brains out. It was always only about them.

I am not a rabbit.
 
w01fg4ng said:
People, places and things (been there, done that!) will always be overshadowed by one thing.


If you say...

You fucked someone famous? You're a fangirl.

You fucked someone in the most sexy place on earth? You could just move there...

You fucked someone using the hottest sex toys money can buy? They don't allow returns on those items...


But if you say...

You fucked someone who reciprocates the love you have for them? Ok. You win.
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Did this originate from your mind or did you read this somewhere else???

I love that! Because its so true! I cant imagine how good the sex would feel between two people that were actually literally completely IN LOVE with each other. Talk about euphoria thats sustainable. The thought of experiencing that scares the living hell outta me tho
 
Atomic_Decay said:
What you shared about chemistry and personality made me want to share this….

I’ve had sex with many people over the almost 40 years since I seduced my next-door neighbour at 14 and we both lost our virginity. I’d guess somewhere north of 300. The majority in Asia where I lived for a couple of decades but also many in Australia. Everything from shopping centre pickups, seedy-bar one-night stands, colleagues, friends, friends’ mothers, long-term lovers to whom I was faithful, and more than a few professionals with whom I have exchanged amounts ranging for $5 to $500 per hour for sex.

For a long time I thought the best sex was my early experiences at age 15-18 where it mostly involved girlfriends experiencing their first time. But the stuff that really sticks in my mind is a couple of Chinese ladies I met in Australia not too long ago who found themselves doing sex work professionally for different and mostly tragic reasons. They were aged approximately 28, 41, ad 50 respectively and barely spoke English.

It had been my habit when having a solo meth binge to book a lot of time in my local low-rent bordellos just to be out of my house, have some company, and also reduce the risk of getting busted. I would pay whatever the full service rate was but make it clear that I didn’t want anything sexual. I knew full well that these ladies hated their jobs and that 75 % of the customers treated them pretty contemptuously or disposably at best and it’s not in me to knowingly contribute to that kind of ugliness in the world. So, I’d smoke and try chatting in rudimentary Mandarin or by using Google Translate on my phone. Two of the ladies smoked and I’d sociably let him have whatever they wanted from my bag.

Long story short: over many visits it gradually became clear that both sides increasingly understood and appreciated the other as a real person and not just as as fuck-toy on my part or an ATM machine on their part. In all three cases over many visits and as we shared more and more about our respective backstories the lady moved herself from her chair to sit close with me on the bed and seemed to want non-sexual physical intimacy. Which I enjoy and like giving to people I feel affection for. Then, in a way that seemed to me entirely natural, unrushed, unforced, and genuinely desired by both of us that led to the slowest, most gentle, most tender lovemaking of my life. Genitals were an afterthought for hours and most of our focus was on everywhere else. I just can’t recall ever feeling so connected to another human being than I was each of these times. I just could not believe that the experience was not mutual. To this day I think I was given a very special gift by these ladies irrespective of the commercial situation.

After some subsequent meetings that did become much more erotic and passionate but still felt similar to the first in terms of what one of my artist friend described as their ‘tragic poetic beauty’ when I asked his advice about the whole thing I just drew a line under each one and never went back to their workplace again. I said goodbye in person, explained that my heart just couldn’t deal it all, and told them to call me anytime they had problems and needed a friend in Australia. I specifically said to two of them that they should not hesitate to call me if smoking meth began to create major difficulties - which I think it will sooner before later.

This is also why I am having so much trouble at the moment rotating back to the real world. There is no love for me there. No connections so beautiful and intense. No poetry. No tragedy. No beauty.
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Fokkkk mannn, loved the story. So beautifully written, propz to you.
 
Kellsee said:
Did this originate from your mind or did you read this somewhere else???

I love that! Because its so true! I cant imagine how good the sex would feel between two people that were actually literally completely IN LOVE with each other. Talk about euphoria thats sustainable. The thought of experiencing that scares the living hell outta me tho
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It's all us. My partner and I have the best sex every time we have sex.
 
The best not sex but LOVE MAKING I've ever had must have been this one time (CIRCA 2017) when my ex's mom went to Ica(my ex and her family are from there it's a city 300km down from lima)to begin I had a love-hate relationship with my mother In law, she was kinda strict, didn't like my huge expandirse in my ears or my despite her daughter having more tattoo than me( just that she hid them very well, her mom didn't know at the time) anyway the house was gonna be alone all weekend and I had just received my monthly paycheck after spending 48 hrs inteepreting medical calls sooo...I needed a Break for a few days. I bought some green Heineken ecstasy pills from my friend a strip of valium, 10 morphines and lots of beer for the weekend. There was a good rave on that day so after buying all that I put some good clothes to last me 2 days there on my backpack. I went to my gfs house and we started drinking beer with some of her friends( I sneaked into the bathroom and shot up 3 ampoules of morphine, MAD RUSHHH BRO) so after a while we went to the rave and to make the story not that long GOD SAVE FUCKING RADIOSLAVE what a fucking techno man, we ate the pills and since I hadn't roll in almost a year and the lil green bastards were potent they smacked me and my gf who had almost no tolerance to mdma either. We had a bomb night rolling and doing some butyl nitrates (good old Amsterdam Poppers never fail) so my boo said at like 4am that she was bored and wanted to go back to her place. So we exited the club and took an uber to her house.....as we entered her house we started kiasing and undressing leaving our clothes scattered all over the house( since I had taken my shot of morphine exactly 12 hrs ago AND I WAS COMING DOWN FROM THE ROLL STILL, I WAS FUCKING GOKU ON SSJ PHASE 3 MANNN) we ended up in my mother in laws bed 😂, anyway for the next 3 hours or so I had the most intense love making of my life. We spent like an hour exploring each other bodies(licking every single part of our bodies, kissing moles, telling each other how much we loved each other since we were rolling balls) Then for the other next to hrs we were watching porn without sound on her moms tv and blasting on the stereo electronic music while I was pounding her non stop since I was high as fuck imitating some of the poses we were seeing on the screen or just Improvising but it felt so fucking magnificent(I've never felt connected so much to a person in my whole life in every single aspect). I'm not kidding I licked her pussy prolly 40 mins and then jt took me 1hr and a half of penetration to cum while she came like 3 times. Oh yeah, we never used condoms since her mom bought her contraceptive pills so I came like a fking liter of yogurt inside of her. After that we bought banged up morph and took a few vallies for the comedown( well of course I only banged her 1 ampoule and took 1 valium, I took 3 times that since I'm a beast 😝😂)
We both cleaned ourselves put on our pjs and fell asleep cuddling, awww I fking miss those times. After thst we spent the next 2 days watching movies, cooking, making love in every room of the house and banging up morph at nite. That's got to be the best weekend I had with my ex and the best sex I've ever fking had in my life, the connection was so strong when we were rolling, nobody could bother us, for a while it felt very mystical for me as in we weren't 2 young boys making love, our souls became 1 for a while, we were the expression of the universe itself,the most pure unconditional sincere love. Fucking miss u A, those tits were amazing. So that's the story of a time when I could say I was truly HAPPY 😉❤🇵🇪
make love, not war bois and galzzzzz
 
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nznity said:
The best not sex but LOVE MAKING I've ever had must have been this one time (CIRCA 2017) when my ex's mom went to Ica(my ex and her family are from there it's a city 300km down from lima)to begin I had a love-hate relationship with my mother In law, she was kinda strict, didn't like my huge expandirse in my ears or my despite her daughter having more tattoo than me( just that she hid them very well, her mom didn't know at the time) anyway the house was gonna be alone all weekend and I had just received my monthly paycheck after spending 48 hrs inteepreting medical calls sooo...I needed a Break for a few days. I bought some green Heineken ecstasy pills from my friend a strip of valium, 10 morphines and lots of beer for the weekend. There was a good rave on that day so after buying all that I put some good clothes to last me 2 days there on my backpack. I went to my gfs house and we started drinking beer with some of her friends( I sneaked into the bathroom and shot up 3 ampoules of morphine, MAD RUSHHH BRO) so after a while we went to the rave and to make the story not that long GOD SAVE FUCKING RADIOSLAVE what a fucking techno man, we ate the pills and since I hadn't roll in almost a year and the lil green bastards were potent they smacked me and my gf who had almost no tolerance to mdma either. We had a bomb night rolling and doing some butyl nitrates (good old Amsterdam Poppers never fail) so my boo said at like 4am that she was bored and wanted to go back to her place. So we exited the club and took an uber to her house.....as we entered her house we started kiasing and undressing leaving our clothes scattered all over the house( since I had taken my shot of morphine exactly 12 hrs ago AND I WAS COMING DOWN FROM THE ROLL STILL, I WAS FUCKING GOKU ON SSJ PHASE 3 MANNN) we ended up in my mother in laws bed 😂, anyway for the next 3 hours or so I had the most intense love making of my life. We spent like an hour exploring each other bodies(licking every single part of our bodies, kissing moles, telling each other how much we loved each other since we were rolling balls) Then for the other next to hrs we were watching porn without sound on her moms tv and blasting on the stereo electronic music while I was pounding her non stop since I was high as fuck imitating some of the poses we were seeing on the screen or just Improvising but it felt so fucking magnificent(I've never felt connected so much to a person in my whole life in every single aspect). I'm not kidding I licked her pussy prolly 40 mins and then jt took me 1hr and a half of penetration to cum while she came like 3 times. Oh yeah, we never used condoms since her mom bought her contraceptive pills so I came like a fking liter of yogurt inside of her. After that we bought banged up morph and took a few vallies for the comedown( well of course I only banged her 1 ampoule and took 1 valium, I took 3 times that since I'm a beast 😝😂)
We both cleaned ourselves put on our pjs and fell asleep cuddling, awww I fking miss those times. After thst we spent the next 2 days watching movies, cooking, making love in every room of the house and banging up morph at nite. That's got to be the best weekend I had with my ex and the best sex I've ever fking had in my life, the connection was so strong when we were rolling, nobody could bother us, for a while it felt very mystical for me as in we weren't 2 young boys making love, our souls became 1 for a while, we were the expression of the universe itself,the most pure unconditional sincere love. Fucking miss u A, those tits were amazing. So that's the story of a time when I was happy for a while 😉❤🇵🇪
make love, not war bois and galzzzzz
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😉

 
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