Quickies: The Myth Of

My personal definition of a quickie is up to the point where orgasms can be remembered and counted! Once it becomes a blur it's no longer a quickie! img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif" img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif" img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif"

Hey...what happened to the rest of my blog? I only see part of it up here now?????

There comes a point in every woman's life where, let's face it--there just isn't enough time. The inlaws are due to arrive in ten minutes, the lover has just pulled into the carpark down the street on his way out with the guys and has only fifteen minutes to see you, you woke late and have just a few minutes before you have to jump in the shower or risk being late for work once again. Time constraints suck.

Enter: The Quickie.

How much time is allowed before it can no longer be called as such? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty?

But more importantly is this....WOMEN, HOW SATISFACTORY IS ONE?

Call me greedy, call me selfish, call me what you will, but in general, I tend to have a two word answer to that one.

"Not Very."

Now, I have to admit there is a certain amount of satisfaction to be gained from knowing I can get my man from semi to bliss in three minutes flat.

But really. From our own standpoint, how short can a quickie be and still be enjoyable for us?

Ideally, (I think) we'd all have hours to spend on fun time....the early morning risings when you're still in bed at noon; the long, deliciously lovely afternoons with the sun streaming through the windows, hearing the sounds from outdoors of people going about their boring day to day business while you're singlemindedly concentrating on the next gasp, sigh, or long, indrawn breath; the early (or late) nights that turn into late nights (or early mornings).

(Can you guess my preference on that matter here?)

But when it comes to quickies, head back to the part where you may have called me greedy, selfish, or whatever. One magical O, no matter how delightfully wonderfully, perfect....isn't. I consider one a warm up. Two is a bit better, but damn, give me three at least or I may just have to question if we've really had sex.

Quickies, therefore, are, in my opinion, the equivalent of giving a man a blow job and teasing him for half an hour--and leaving him to finish on his own.

The Good Quickie: Fact or Urban Legend?

I agree with guy771, however I do have a fantasy about meeting in a shop changing room, lol I guess that would have to be quick!

following on from a previous blog, a quickie would be the time its takes a lift (thats an elavator btw eg lol) to reach the 10th floorimg src="imagesadultemoticons014.gif"

was there a previous recent blog on this????? or are you referring to mine that is (mostly) no more?

oooh graham....i like

Hell NO....Now when i say that i don't mean that i would say no to a quickie as an appetizer before the main course,which we can take our time to enjoy at our own leisure. Or maybe i'm just a greedy fecker as i wouldn't be satisfied by only an appetizer, i would want to sample the whole menu ;-)

If ever there was a Queen of the Quickie ... It's me!
You only need as much times as it takes to eat a bacon sandwich.

Mmmm ..... anytime, any place and you can leave crumbs on the floor.

Not being a girl I guess my vote doesn't count, but they work for me!

Hmmmmm..that's a hard one ! ( a phrase I'm happy to say has been addressed to me at times )
I think it's very much a question of one's mood at the time.I suppose that ultimately,a long ,fulfilling encounter with lots of foreplay,and time and care taken over the whole experience is, in the final analysis, the most satisfying and memorable.
However, there are occasions when you meet and both feel a primeval urge to rip each others clothes off and fuck without any preamble.This is very exciting too,providing both parties feel this compulsion.
When I am in your neck of the woods,it is normally for an International game,so I guess it will have to be a quickie, pre-match or at half-time.
However, say the word Aphrodite and I will book a nice hotel I know in Richmond,and we can go at it for hours without any thought to that silly game of rugby .xxxxxxx

"... both feel a primeval urge to rip each others clothes off and fuck without any preamble."



Fetch, I couldn't agree more. There's a certain beauty and simplicity to it. It's not overworked or ever, ever, EVER prescriptive. For example:

"Fancy a shag?"
"Ok"

SG liking the occasional quickie doesn't mean desperate or with any Tom or Harry.
Three worded emails go straight in the bin.

Miss Goodnight. What's wrong with mine ? I may even have a bigger one than Sue and Chris !
Also,it is possible to fly to Alicante by the comparative luxury of Monarch ,thus avoiding the two dreaded names, Sue mentioned.
Sue. you know I love you really but my need of Miss Goodnight is greater than yours as I only have the Welsh version of " Under Milk Wood " and need her to translate.
So far as " do you want a fuck ? " is concerned, with my love of euphamisms,I prefer " Do you fancy a go on the dodgems ? " Either weay,I get a few minutes of excitement and passion even if my meaning is not immediately clear.img src="imagesadultemoticons014.gif"

Ah Fetch! My favourite read of all time!

To begin at the beginning:

It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.

Please, please, please, let me come and play in your pool, I can't translate it from Welsh, but I can tell it to you! img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif"

Oh Goody Fetch.... a pool party with entertainment provided by MYS. Is it a bring your own bottle bash?

MYS. Quoting Dylan Thomas .Very impressive ,my respects.
SunshineGirl. No, drink and food are always provided.After MYS was recited Thomas,I shall regale the assembled skinny dippers with one of our favorites. I refer of course to the great William Topaz McGonagall.
You in turn will I hope, declaim Tam O'Shanter before disappearing into the deep end with me,for our own interpretation of the Highland Fling. xxxxxx img src="imagesadultemoticons014.gif"

Miss Goodnight,please do not upset yourself, you are a little honey in anyone's language xxxxxxxx

Just a note on the quickie. Too much emphasis is given to penetrative cock and pussy here. I remember travelling home on an old commuter train , many years ago.( Compartments sat 10, two doors either side no corridor) with my gf. Anyway, we found ourselves alone in the carriage and to cut a short story even shorter, knowing we would not be disturbed before the next stop, we enjoyed 15 minutes of mutual wanking. Both of us climaxed, and we both ended up wet and sticky. We must of looked terribly smug! when other people got on!! So I think there is a place for the quickie that gives all parties satisfaction.

I do agree up to a point James, but on the whole, as far as Quickies go, you just can't beat a full on 'Gorilla sex' pounding, with you pulling her hair hard back and banging as hard and fast as you both can stand,
The woman, most women.. will always want you to go even harder.. and faster.. so this is no time to be a damn gentleman about it.

A mutual wank, while nice, just isn't in the same league, lol.

But even better, is E.G's way. Amen to all you said here.

Emergency quickies are great, now and then. But I'm all for the long ones.

Those long ones where we are both surprised to see it got blooming dark outside !!

Or "my God, it's daylight already" !! When you went to bed at midnight, lol. Bliss.

My older woman was right to say "Don't bloody start if you aren't going to go for a couple of hours at least" She meant it too.

I know now that I was lucky to start all this nonsense, with her. Lol.

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