[Gabriel Morgan] Stonegate Stables : terminology

[Silvertomcat]

In chapter nine, the guys are discussing all the meanings of f*ck : noun, verb, adverb, constituent...

I want to limit the guys' discussion to sexual activity.

 

A f*ck, according to Dylan, is any event in which cock A goes into arse B.

Wade maintains that making love is an insertion of said cock into said arse, but with romantic feelings between the partners.

Sean demonstrates (to his partner, and to us, the voyeuristic readers *wink*) that sometimes the physical sensations take so much attention OR that sometimes emotions other than tender love come into play --- the result is that sex between partners becomes a f*ck.

Edited July 20, 2008 by Silvertomcat

[Gabriel Morgan]

I subscribe to Sean's theory that sex between the same two people is a changeable thing, often quite different from one session to another. The moods of the participants (which may or may not be even remotely similar at the time they're having sex), the setting, the time of day, the tempurature - all those things have a lot to do with it, for me.

 

Sometimes I prefer a f*ck, as Silvercat so delicately put it, to a long, drawn-out romp. I want the pleasure, the release, without investing a whole lot of time in romancing my way to it.

 

Other times I'm feeling the way I felt in those first magic months and the whole thing becomes a seduction starting with lingering smiles across the dinner table (even if it's just mac and cheese), and then the candles come out, the scented oil, and time ceases to matter while we express our affections in that most elemental of ways.

 

But what if you're in the mood for a f*ck and your partner wants to make love? Well, then we discuss it, and the one of us who is feeling the most determined talks the other around to their point of view.

[Silvertomcat]

Sometimes I prefer a f*ck, as Silvercat so delicately put it, to a long, drawn-out romp. I want the pleasure, the release, without investing a whole lot of time in romancing my way to it.

 

as S-E-A-N so delicately put it, mister *grin*

 

Making it fast and dirty by mutual consent... are those the criteria for a f**K ? To me personally, there's still a lot of love involved in that, no ?

A f*ck... I don't know, doesn't that sound m-e-a-n-e-r than a quick shag because you're both aching for relief ? *puzzled*

[Duncan Ryder]

I subscribe to Sean's theory that sex between the same two people is a changeable thing, often quite different from one session to another. The moods of the participants (which may or may not be even remotely similar at the time they're having sex), the setting, the time of day, the tempurature - all those things have a lot to do with it, for me.

 

Sometimes I prefer a f*ck, as Silvercat so delicately put it, to a long, drawn-out romp. I want the pleasure, the release, without investing a whole lot of time in romancing my way to it.

 

Other times I'm feeling the way I felt in those first magic months and the whole thing becomes a seduction starting with lingering smiles across the dinner table (even if it's just mac and cheese), and then the candles come out, the scented oil, and time ceases to matter while we express our affections in that most elemental of ways.

 

But what if you're in the mood for a f*ck and your partner wants to make love? Well, then we discuss it, and the one of us who is feeling the most determined talks the other around to their point of view.

 

 

Hmmmm, and here I thought we were talking about terminology in writing, said Duncan the perpetually innocent romantic who only ever ever ever writes about making love....

 

lalalalala.....

[TracyMN]

Ha ha Duncan, that you do, and so very well.

 

I'm going to stay out of the debate, and vote anyway. Sean. Everytime.

 

Thanks for bringing him to mind.

 

Tracy

[Silvertomcat]

Hmmmm, and here I thought we were talking about terminology in writing, said Duncan the perpetually innocent romantic who only ever ever ever writes about making love....

 

lalalalala.....

 

Duncan, I try to make the titles i give to my topics as clear as possible. I'm sorry if you still got shocked --- shall I hold your hand and comfort you ? *sly wink*

 

I'm glad you approve, Tracy : I thought maybe I'd gone overboard ;-)

[sojourn]

I subscribe to Sean's theory that sex between the same two people is a changeable thing, often quite different from one session to another. The moods of the participants (which may or may not be even remotely similar at the time they're having sex), the setting, the time of day, the tempurature - all those things have a lot to do with it, for me.

 

Sometimes I prefer a f*ck, as Silvercat so delicately put it, to a long, drawn-out romp. I want the pleasure, the release, without investing a whole lot of time in romancing my way to it.

 

Other times I'm feeling the way I felt in those first magic months and the whole thing becomes a seduction starting with lingering smiles across the dinner table (even if it's just mac and cheese), and then the candles come out, the scented oil, and time ceases to matter while we express our affections in that most elemental of ways.

 

But what if you're in the mood for a f*ck and your partner wants to make love? Well, then we discuss it, and the one of us who is feeling the most determined talks the other around to their point of view.

[sojourn]

I came to this blog, page, whatever it is; I am here. I stopped on this comment, because the avatart caught my eye: I thought "there is flesh perfected" (contrived, I know, but I had time to think about that observation). Secondly; I read the comment and thougtht, "this guy has my attitude toward sex/love. I was struck so by the comment, I had to read more from this poster. I laughed my ass off as I realized it was you, Gabriel. I came here to pick you up; as a favorite :author.

 

I would like to add that, for me, making love has sometimes slipped into rutting, sweaty, extended, hot sex. I remember once collapsing a bed. I was in love with my partner.We started out with the intention of quietly getting each other off. Bad part was, we were in my sisters home. She never talked about it. My brother-in-law, gave me grief, until we broke up. He insisted the sounds were disturbing long before the crash made them come running, to knock on our door.