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?
5:37 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
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" |
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5:49 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
Hey...what happened to the rest of my blog? I only see part of it up here now????? |
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6:03 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
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. |
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6:14 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
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! |
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6:21 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
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" |
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6:23 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
was there a previous recent blog on this????? or are you referring to mine that is (mostly) no more? |
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7:50 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
oooh graham....i like |
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8:53 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
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 ;-) |
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9:08 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
If ever there was a Queen of the Quickie ... It's me! |
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9:45 pm Tuesday, 22nd July, 2014
Not being a girl I guess my vote doesn't count, but they work for me! |
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5:18 am Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
Hmmmmm..that's a hard one ! ( a phrase I'm happy to say has been addressed to me at times ) |
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8:16 am Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
"... both feel a primeval urge to rip each others clothes off and fuck without any preamble."
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12:46 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
SG liking the occasional quickie doesn't mean desperate or with any Tom or Harry.
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5:03 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
Miss Goodnight. What's wrong with mine ? I may even have a bigger one than Sue and Chris ! |
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6:18 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
Ah Fetch! My favourite read of all time! |
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6:50 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
Oh Goody Fetch.... a pool party with entertainment provided by MYS. Is it a bring your own bottle bash? |
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7:03 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
MYS. Quoting Dylan Thomas .Very impressive ,my respects. |
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7:04 pm Wednesday, 23rd July, 2014
Miss Goodnight,please do not upset yourself, you are a little honey in anyone's language xxxxxxxx |
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10:40 am Tuesday, 29th July, 2014
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.
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8:38 pm Thursday, 20th November, 2014
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, |
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3:32 pm Wednesday, 2nd December, 2020
Yes I am interested |
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4:11 pm Wednesday, 2nd December, 2020
hi |