Your Place or Mine? (Sex With Home Field Advantage)
When it comes to sex there are a lot of variables that go into an enjoyable experience. Along with size, stroke, swagger, stamina, passion and rhythm, chemistry is ultimately the most important.
It doesn’t matter how fat her ass is or how large his package is, it don’t mean a thing if that animal magnetism isn’t there. There’s one other factor that people often overlook but can have equal impact on the pleasure principle of a physical affair.
Your place or mine.
Sometimes, where you have sex can be just as important as who you have sex with.
Personally, I like home field advantage. I know where all my equipment is. I’m used to all the nooks and crannies of the bases. I just feel more comfortable in my own damn bed/living room/shower/kitchen counter/etc.
That’s not to say I can’t or won’t get busy at a woman’s house, but it’s just not the same.
I’ve voiced my disdain for roommates in previous blogs before, especially after I got molested by a girl’s male roommate in the middle of the night—long but funny story (CLICK HERE). So the idea of doing the nasty with a chick while a stranger is trying to catch some Z’s on the other side of wall just isn’t my thing. If she, or I, want to make a little noise I’d like that option without having to worry about the next person.
Besides that I just never feel comfortable walking around a shared apartment—it’s like I’m invading that other person’s personal space. Yet another reason why I’d much rather get busy at my crib.
As for chicks with their own place, that’s a completely different scenario. As much as I prefer my bed, I can learn to enjoy your space just the same. Being that I don’t walk around with condoms on the regular unless I’m scheming on some coochie, though, I hope she has a little stash of her own.
Otherwise, someone (i.e. me) is going to have to make a last minute store run (only did that once in my life). If not, we’re in for a night of “creative conversation” or frustration.
The only downside to having sex at your own crib is the fact that you can’t leave.
Why on Earth would you want to leave your own house?
Well, if the sex was wack or you’re not that into the person like that, you might just feel like dippin’ right after the episode. Not that I’ve ever done anything like that but I’d be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind.
I could go more in depth with the various pros and cons of the your-place-or-mine debate, but my boy JC broke that down pretty darn well a few months back on his blog Until I Get Married. (CLICK HERE).
As for me, I’ll probably continue to swing for the fences on the home field, but I’m always open for a couple away games.
Are you more comfortable in your own bed or where you have sex doesn’t have any impact on the act for you? Do you dislike having sex with other people in the house? Has someone ever heard you having sex or vice versa? Have you ever had disappointing sex and wished the person would leave or you wanted to leave? Are you leery about having people in your home too soon in the relationship? Are you suspicious of people that never invite you to their house? Do you have a preference over where you like to have sex?
Speak your piece…
*shrugs* (Just my headache-induced, too-tired-to-explain, simple answer.)
I like the option to leave! plaus onec they are at ur house they know where u live…subject to “pop-ups” and random phone calls saying “hey im down the street from ur house” UHHHH NO! if im not serious with u then im not having u come to my house.
“Your Place or Mine? (Sex With Home Field Advantage)”