For some reason, the other day I got to thinking about my sexual conquests. There seemed to be a common thread through most of them and that was this: I was the best sex they ever had. Here I'll try to explain:
MM - While she never came out and said 'best' she did say that we had 'really good' sex. She was the kind of lover who seemed to be hard to please. In the end, all she really wanted from me was the sex. It was tough when it ended because we still worked together. She eventually started dating another guy -- a TOTAL douchebag -- and didn't care that she flaunted this in front of me. I'm not the only one who thought this guy was a jerk but I'm not sure if people were saying that just to appease me.
DubDub - As mentioned before, I could write a whole book on this woman. She is definitely the best sex I've had and mentioned (early on in our relationship) that I was her best. If it wasn't for the whole 'standing me up' situation -- which I'll never understand -- she would probably be "the one" for me. As it stands right now, she will have sex with me but won't allow me to be a friend on Facebook. Makes no sense to me. I thought we were pretty good to each other.
CD - When DubDub and I were "off again" (in our on-again, off-again relationship) I hooked up with this woman at work. She had a pure feminine quality to her, nice laugh, pretty eyes and red hair to boot. I thought we were just going to go out for drinks and a few laughs. Little did I know that we'd end up having sex. She was friends with some of the other women in the office and I found out a few years later from them -- not CD -- that I was the best sex she ever had. I don't remember it being all that stellar but I'm glad she had a good time. At the time, we parted when DubDub came back into the picture. I felt back when CD was fired a week or so later.
Renee - I remember her logically coming to the conclusion that I was the best sex she'd ever had. You could see her methodically working it out in her head. The first night we had sex was on the very day her divorce was finalized. I recall having some 'performance anxiety' in my head beforehand but when it came down to it, everything worked out just fine. I definitely recall the luxurious weekend where the only time we had clothes on was to run out and get some food. The rest of the time was spent naked in bed. If I forget everything else in life, I hope I remember those three days. That and the "2 in 24" with her and DubDub.
Now I just need to work on "2 chicks at the same time".
[edit: no, these are not the only women I've ever slept with]