Something Everyone Should Try???

[Myron]

I was just watching Sue Johannsen who is essentially Canada's answer to Dr. Ruth Westheimer. She was doing a show where she was answering questions from University students about sex.

One person in the crowd asked what was the most common question she received and her answer was that the most common topic by far and away was on anal sex. She stated that as a sex therapist it was always her viewpoint that this was a dangerous practice due to the ease of which AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases could be passed, and also because it can cause fissures. But now she states that after discussing it with many people and other doctors it is her opinion that this is
"something that every couple in a monogamous relationship should try." Her reasoning for this is (are you ready)
"Anal sex is always on the back of a man's mind. So allowing the man to exercise his normal craving for this will allow the relationship to move forward since that issue will be dealt with once and for all." She does caution however that the man should wear a condom.

My question is this - Is this on the back of every man's mind until it happens in the relationship? I thought that was a very bizzarre comment. Personally I've never tried it so I can't comment and while I may have thought about it occassionally (the wife won't even consider it though), I'm certainly not preoccupied by it.

For those who have never tried it and are in a long term relationship do you often think about it?

And for those who have tried it, is it that big a deal?

Again I just found the whole question/answer period interesting
1- Because there is a belief that everyone is preoccupied by it and
2- That it is the most common topic she is asked about.

 

[no pepper]

In 1984 I was attending a midwestern university, studying for a BA in English. (Now what are you going to do with a degree in English? Options: teach English or retail.) It really didn't matter at the time because I was 22 years old and more concerned with whiskey sour night at the D?j? vu than transcendentalism and Emerson and Thoreau.

I was dating this chick from Connecticut. She was in the prestigious School of Journalism. Call her ?Beth?. Blonde little Italian girl with a temper and a zest for the unusual. She was a spoiled rich kid and drove a Buick Regal. (Our relationship shattered four years later when I discovered a partially used 12-pack of Today sponges in the cabinet beneath her sink. But that?s a different story.)

It was Thanksgiving and she was flying home. I was ready for some time alone. The cowboys and the lions, play some Tetris with my little brother. So I drove her down I-70 to the airport in a fierce snowstorm. I?m lurching forward with the wipers going, keeping it at 45 MPH and she decides to remove her trousers, crawl on top of me, facing the backseat, and wrap her organ around me like she?s winning a teatherball game. She?s bouncing and I?m leaning to look at the road over her right shoulder until it?s over. I toss the condom out my window and continue traveling with confidence.

We get to the airport and the flight is cancelled because of the snowstorm. Driving around looking for a hotel room she?s licking my eardrums and groping my General. This is all good of course and finally we get to a hotel that has one room left. It?s handicapped smoking conference suite room and we pull the bed down out of the wall and climb on. (This is where the hetero buggery comes into play.)

Beth says, ?You know, I?ve always wanted to try it in my other place.?

?What do you mean? You have a second apartment somewhere??

?No silly. You know.?

She positions the pillows with clever determination and I take it slow as an Ozark gas attendant. She?s telling me, Slow, slower. I mean slow. That was the key as I recall and my back got to hurting and I just wanted to watch sportscenter and give up. Then it got to jostling somewhat and it turned out all right. We leaned back against that goofy headboard and she was smiling and happy that her flight was cancelled. You know, I guess it was a great time in my life (since I remember it and I can?t remember the events of the days around it) but it?s really just all arms and legs.

This Canadian Dr. Ruth says that every man craves the anal sex? I don?t buy it. I would think the more common craving would be to hook up with two girls at once. But that?s just me.

 

[yyz]

Shit on your dick aint that glorious.

 

[Bluemound Freak]

she decides to remove her trousers, crawl on top of me, facing the backseat, and wrap her organ around me like she?s winning a teatherball game.

That is one of the funniest things I have ever heard! LMAO!



The ole dirt road aint all its "cracked" up to be!

 

[Myron]

No Pepper I hope you had another condom for the back door.

BTW, I agree that a menage a trois is more of a fantasy for me than the other although I never had that either.

But I guess Marv Albert would say that's not all it's cracked up to be either .

I think the only reason anyone really would even want to do that is the taboo nature of the deed - Soddom and Gommorah and all that.

BTW, here is a joke on the topic I once heard.

A businessman goes on a trip to Japan and decides to get a little local action before he meets with his Japanese associates the next day. He takes the hooker to his room, puts his member in and the hooker yells out
"Gamma Su, Gamma Su."

The guy thinks nothing of it and continues on.
Again the woman yells "Gamma Su, Gamma Su."

Anyways she keeps screaming this the whole time until the guy finally climaxes. She leaves and the guy is pretty happy with himself and impressed that he could get a hooker to yell in such pleasure like that.

Anyways the next day the guy goes to play golf with his Japanese associates when the Senior Japanese partner hits a great 5 iron that goes in for a hole in one. Everyone is really applauding when our friend decides he's going to impress his associates with his knowledge of Japanese. So while the others are patting the associate on the back the guy yells out "Gamma Su, Gamma Su!"

All of a sudden there is total silence. The senior partner looks at the guy angrily and says
"What the f*ck do you mean wrong hole??"

 

[JT]

You know how on some desks they have little piles of mail in bins that say "outgoing" and incoming" or something along those lines. Well, it kinda sums up my philosophy on this subject. :look:

 

[Chanman]

Not sure if the "Hersey Highway" is usually in the back of the mind, but "Menage-a-trois" is a recurring theme. Guess two holes are better than one, (or four holes), you get my drift.
Anyway I always thought these jokes were the funniest on that subject:
Q- what do they call hemorrhoids in San francisco?
A- speed bumps or The hustler definition of a fart- A Greek love call.