Uh, I haven't been close to too many, and the one I'm with now is barely a chick; but this is what I can say from those I've been close to. They appreciate personal sovereignty, and respect. To be recognised as an equal, which they are.
Now to get not too graphical on a tangent I don't discuss too much here, except for in jest; for the most part. What do they want in bed? This is what always worked for me.
First you let them have their way with you. You tell them ahead of time you will be the passive party, and of course you tell them what's OK, and what's not. (For me, that's no blood, no pain, and no digested food-stuff of either solid or liquid form.) Then after they're done with you, you give them back everything they did to you. . .or your version of it due to a few anatomical differences here and there; but with twice the passion. NEVER LEAVE 'EM HANGIN', AND NEVER PUT LESS INTO THEM THEN THEY PUT INTO YOU!!!! Never failed me, but will I ever have an early evening to myself again?
The same treatment works for 'sausage casings', I assume. Only had. . .still have one of those, and it's gonna stay like that. After all, I compromised my innate tastes for 'im, but I'm fine with that and wouldn't want to be without 'im in any way shape or form. The mullethead is probably my last chick, too.
Gods, how I have been corrupted with my terminology!!!!!!!
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