I am a fairly successful man.
I don’t make bank like Wall Streeters back in the day, but I haven’t
been hungry since college. My girlfriend is younger. We met when she
was in grad school. Like many recent grads, she’s not steadily
employed, in debt, and driving an unsafe car. So I support her, house
her, feed her, and pay her bills (medical, etc.). She needed to pay off
her credit-card debt—28 percent interest rate!—so she took
work stripping and later as an escort. Through escorting she was able
to pay off her credit-card debt in a month.
Now some guys would find this distressing,
but I found it kind of hot. Here’s the thing: After she paid off her
credit-card debt, she stopped escorting. I’d like her to continue
part-time until she finds a career. She’s mixed on this. We would like
to buy a house and make things...
..., she stopped escorting. I’d like her to continue
part-time until she finds a career. She’s mixed on this. We would like
to buy a house and make things more permanent, but our income isn’t
enough to do that if she’s making waitress wages. I guess it boils down
to this: I would prefer to be with a sex worker than a waitress. I’d
rather she make $200/hour on her back than $10/hour on her feet. She
says she has issues with sex work. What do you think?
Perhaps I’m Mildly Perverted
I don’t think it’s up to me, PIMP, or you.
And I would hope that your girlfriend, who’s financially dependent on
you at the moment, doesn’t return to sex work because she feels
coerced.
But I can certainly appreciate your point of
view. There are men out there who’re turned on by the idea of their
girlfriends/wives having sex with other men; some men are turned on by
the idea of their girlfriends/wives being paid for sex. You’re clearly
one of those guys. And you’re within your rights to share this
information with your girlfriend and to try to convince her to return
to sex work. Because your fantasies of sex work—of her doing sex
work—turn you on. And, again, that’s fine. But you could make a
more convincing case, PIMP, if you were better acquainted with the
realities of sex work.
You should start sucking off strange men for
money.
You’ll have to service men, I’m
afraid—while lots of men fantasize about being paid to have sex
with women, there’s a fatal supply-and-demand problem. Simply put:
There are just too many men out there willing to give it away for free.
That created a glut on the supply side, which has distorted the market,
as there’s more than enough free straight cock out there to meet the
needs of straight women.
So you’ll be giving head to dudes, PIMP. And
after you’ve choked down a few hundred loads, you can go back to the
girlfriend and say, “Sex work isn’t so bad!” with some credibility. And
if you keep doing sex work after you’ve sucked off scores of men you’re
not attracted to—men who may or may not have treated you with
respect, men who may have very different standards of personal hygiene
than you do—that might convince your girlfriend to continue to
pursue sex work for your amusement.
Good luck.
Hello! I have been in a
relationship with my boyfriend for about a year and a half. It is
amazing! We are both very GGG, and it is by far the best sexual
relationship I have ever had. But there is one thing that has been
bugging me, and it’s the only thing I feel like I can’t share with him.
My boyfriend really enjoys tossing my salad. I enjoy it! We love it!
Here’s the problem: He kisses me when he is done.
Now I am not one of these people who is
grossed out about sex-related things. I love it messy and sloppy. If he
kisses me after eating my pussy, I’m fine with that. But kissing me
after he eats my ass? I hate it! It tastes awful! It ruins the rest of
the sex for me! I’ve heard the old “Well, imagine what it tastes like
for him” adage, but he really does enjoy it, and I do, too… just not
the kissing after. I’m not sure what to do about this. I am afraid that
telling him would offend him and that he will stop doing it. (I do like
having my salad tossed!) Am I being selfish? Should I tell him? Suck it
up?
Bad Taste In My Mouth
One never permits one’s boyfriend—or
one’s youth pastor or one’s president—to place his tongue in
one’s butt if it isn’t clean and fresh. Because when one allows one’s
boyfriend to stick his tongue in one’s butt, BTIMM, one is vouching for
the edibility of one’s ass. When one consents to having one’s salad
tossed—are people referring to anilingus in that way
again?—one is saying to one’s partner, “My ass is clean enough
for your mouth. Have at it.”
It is entirely reasonable for one’s
boyfriend—or one’s youth pastor or one’s president—to
assume that if one’s butt is clean enough to receive his tongue, his
tongue is clean enough, post-salad-tossing, to be received in the mouth
of the person whose salad he has just tossed.
So are you are being selfish? Perhaps you
are. But we are, each of us, allowed a hang-up or two. You should
inform the boyfriend that you’re not into kissing after anal-oral
contact. But you must present this news to him as your problem,
not his, as a hang-up of yours. If he likes you well enough, and
enjoys eating your ass as much as he seems to, he may be willing to
take a few extra steps—mouthwash on the nightstand? A quick swipe
with a warm washcloth?—to accommodate your squeamishness.
What is the proper condom
etiquette for threesomes? In my case, I’m a guy and it would be with
two girls. Do I change condoms when I go from one girl to the other? It
seems like that would be a hassle. It’d kill the spontaneity.
No Clever Acronym
First, a general point: Spontaneity is
overrated. The best sex often requires advance planning; the more
people involved, or props involved, the more planning required.
Although threesomes, for example, can sometimes “just happen” (often
when three young people “just happen” to get drunk), most threesomes
require some advance planning (particularly when adults want to have
them). Finding the third, vetting the third, establishing the ground
rules, talking about safety, etc.—all of that requires advance
planning.
On to your specific question, NCA: You are
going to have to change condoms when you hop from one girl to the
other. Unless, of course, you’re a total asshole and you only care
about protecting your own health and you don’t give a shit about
exposing Girl A to any sexually transmitted infections that Girl B
might have or vice versa. Neither girl should sleep with you if you
refuse to swap out condoms, and you should remind yourself that, just
as Paris was worth the hassle of a mass, realizing the number-one
straight-male fantasy of all time is worth the hassle of swapping out
condoms.
But you do have another option: the female
condom. It’s a condom that she wears. I’ve used them—with
dudes—and once you get past the slightly creepy trash-can-liner
aspect of using them, they work fine. Stuff one in each girl, and
you’ll be able hop back and forth to your heart’s content without
pausing to change condoms. There’s more info about the female condom at
www.femalehealth.com.
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