The best physical relationship i’ve ever had…and quite a serious emotional relationship as well, for the two are bound, contained a frequent amount of lovemaking that could be described like this. It came to me naturally, instinctively, and confidently… perhaps because our level of mutual attraction was higher than in prior relations, and perhaps because we both were well balanced and mutually fluid in our innate personal apposition to both dominance and submission, masculine and feminine or androgynously balanced personalities. Whatever explained our exceptional rapport in the bedroom, the result was exceptional sex (that even after splitting, her reminiscing aspersions of my character albeit ever more spiteful, were mitigated by the admission that of coitus, none better had she experienced–never before or ever after). A favored game, that swapped roles based on our moods, consisted of assuming the roles of this so called primal sex, with its pseudo-“rape” like overpowering, containing/holding limb locking wrestling, and the literal play that resulted from the resistance also functioned as foreplay. I would holdback strength if she was playing the conqueror, or take a handicap such as being handcuffed. I realized she enjoyed the gender role switch as much as I did, and that I was probably the first to engage her fantasies openly. It made the times that we took the traditional roleparts that much better, kept from becoming stagnant. However there can always be too much of good thing, and even great sex can lead to problems. Advice from my experience for guys, the trade off of not being a two pump chump and building up resistance to sensitivity, is that it can sometimes take a long time to build up to climax (or not at all…which surprisingly, yes, guys can fake orgasms too)…certain positions provide better stimulation for either guys or women…its not universal, despite magazine claims, and doggie style was the position that sometimes was the only way i could ejaculate if I’d drawn out the penetrative session for too long (past the twenty or thirty minute mark) and desensitized myself too well. Primal sex is just that, and just as I was with a girl that was both submissive and dominating, balance is needed in all things. She began to cultivate a paranoid delusion that I regarded her more as a zoological possessed “lemur” (my pet name for her contributing to the ) for my animal instincts than as a human woman with whom I would have lovemaking while looking into each other’s eyes. Make sure to slip a tender candlelite night in amongst all the Primal stuff. Your girl will appreciate it.