Wednesday, January 6, 2010

As Teenagers, Boomers Had The Best Sex

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ran up on this on the inter-net and thought it was funny:
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Kids today may find this hard to believe, but when it comes to teenage sex..."Less is Best!"
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Great sex is all about anticipation. Slow teasing that builds and builds.
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When I was a teenager back in the early 1960s, fucking and blowjobs were not yet invented (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating somewhat).
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Perhaps it is more honest and accurate to say, "I wasn't getting fucked or sucked!!"...but nevertheless..."sex" was awesome!
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Here's how it usually went down (no pun intended). I dated a pretty girl who was absolutely, positively, a virgin because whores were not yet invented...(yeah, yeah, okay--I apologize again).
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At the end of the date, I was lucky if I got a goodnight kiss on the cheek...but...I couldn't wait for the next date.
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I couldn't sleep the night before the next date, or the date after that, or the date after that, etc. The reason for all these sleepless nights was because of the EROTIC ANTICIPATION!!
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The next time, I was almost sure to kiss her on the lips.
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The time after that was the "grab her titty as we made out" date.
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The time after that was "grab her BARE titties, lift her skirt, and dry hump on her slip" date.
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The time after that was "suck her titties, as I humped her panties, until I came" date
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And finally...the porno flick date: Because it was the ultimate sexual experience.
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This was the date where I sucked her titties, as I fingered her thru the silky panty fabric, and we both came into her panties... (simultaneously...in theory, at least).
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If you are young and incapable of relating to any of what I just told you...you're probably laughing your ass off right now. Furthermore, you're wondering how this can possibly be the "best sex ever."
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My simple reply to you is this: No car is as exciting as your very first car. No house is as exciting as your very first house. And the anticipation leading up to either of these events... is even better still.

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