As far as I’m concerned, few things kill the mood faster than the guy who constantly pleads “I want you to come” during sex. Granted, it’s nice to know that he cares about my pleasure and wants to make me feel good, but continually asking “did you come yet?” is not going to make it happen. What I really want to say to guys who do this is “get your face down there and shut the hell up if you really want me to come!”
It used to be that men only cared about their own orgasms and women were often not getting their needs met sexually. Now it seems that the ultimate sexual conquest for men is to make a woman come, despite their sometimes paltry techniques. The guy who puts on a shoddy sexual performance and then dares to ask “did you come?” afterwards is irritating beyond belief. If she did, you would have known, dummy.
Many women, myself included, cannot even have an orgasm through penetration and need to have the clitoris stimulated somehow beforehand to experience any pleasure. This means the man must lick that pussy, and lick it in the right place as well. A few tongue flicks will not do, as the process can take time and often, a little finger action (no jabbing!). If the man is unwilling to perform orally, I suggest keeping a vibrator on hand at all times. Quite frankly, if a man expects oral service without reciprocation, he doesn’t deserve to get fucked (or much else for that matter).
It is sad to hear the stories of women who go through life without ever experiencing an orgasm, but it doesn’t surprise me either. Most average guys don’t know what or where the clitoris is and don’t bother trying to find out. They figure a little in ‘n out action will do the trick and most women tolerate their ignorance. It is just as much the responsibility of women to teach their men what feels good as it is for the men to do it. What makes one woman come isn’t necessarily going to work for another (the same goes for men, but let’s face it, men are easy!) so a little instruction is often necessary. If a man is unwilling or impatient to learn to please, then I suggest he be left with a set of blue balls or sent to the bathroom to finish himself off. I’ve done this before, and unfortunately, some lessons must be learned the hard way. Libby’s way.