PSE vs GFE

I prefer GFE myself. Toys are a plus and greek is always fun.

Damn no wonder Ms Elena has so much fun there!! Originally Posted by LusciousLacy

Haha! Yes, Elena, Kendra Kayy, and many, many others! Welcome to Omaha - the Land of the Free and the Home of the Horny...

GFE for me please...Toys for you are always fun...toys for me, I know I'll run!

Someone say toys?

MsElena,

Now, should we get into what is considered for GFE and PSE?

My assumptions are DFK Deep French Kissing for GFE

and also Greek ( or anal ) for PSE that is the provider, not using a strapon on the guy.

GFE, for me please. I'm delicate. Lol

On the other hand, I never had a GF tell me to finish in her mouth, on her face or on her body. That's pretty awesome and pretty PSE!

IDK, I guess my tastes are pretty simple: beautiful girl, no clothes, and a good attitude work for me everytime.

FS,

Trying to get everyone to agree on what constitutes GFE or PSE is like trying to get me tied up, blindfolded and gagged. Ain't gonna happen.

Everyone has a different opinion and that's fine. Its what YOU are seeking and no one else. No one else's opinion matters except for yours and the lady that you choose to see.

Now, back to my above post.........someone said toys?

MsE - If we're weren't so very different, we'd be the same - lol

Yes - toys...no make that TOYS! always love watching, always love helping, always avoid being on the receiving end! lol...but that's just me...to each their own (toy that is)

A number of years ago I purchased a sybian for an ATF because she had the most amazing g-spot orgasms. The bed would be literally soaked by the end of session...poor hotel staff. lol. Watching her respond while I worked the controls was a flippin' trip...an atf memory! Last I heard she still partakes on a regular basis...wish I could watch!

Is this PSE or GFE? (Who cares!?)

Someone say toys? Originally Posted by MsElena

Oh, I did

>sigh<

I do LOVE my toys.

I always think GFE is options that id do with a boyfriend.. which means Greek is GFE..

Now CIM.... i have no idea if its GFE or PSE. But i do know im breaking my cim cherry in a week....

Either way.. i think ill bring a few toys but for the most part.. its GFE

Anyone game for experimenting with my Light Saber toy? OMG i love it!

I agree Lacy, I think GFE would be, from my end, an experience that I would have with my girlfriend. So for me, GFE should include dfk and bbbj, because Ive never heard of someone getting a cbj from their girlfriend. Greek would be more PSE in my opinion but I dont look for that much anyway. I would say I prefer more of a PSE, bbbj, daty ( A LOT), greek if youre into it, cim, cof, all that stuff. Honestly Ive always thought GFE was more sensual while PSE was more....I guess erotic maybe...a friend of mine summed it up pretty well, "GFE is simulated love making, PSE is just good old fashioned fucking. That would have been a shorter post but Im bored out of my mind at work.

LOL!! someone needs to go entertain u at work...

daty, bbbj, and kissing is a must for me! Kissing turns me on big!! Light kissing turning into an intense make out session!!
Love DATY but its not necessary.. im more of a pleaser than one that needs to be pleased. I actually can get off knowing that im pleasing someone more often then being able to get off by daty.
and bbbj! OMG... its a turn on to feel your skin against my lips. The ONLY time i can handle CBJ is after i rode u and had myself an orgasm.. and then i hop off and taste myself on u... other than that... lips to skin.. Its hard to talk when lips are lubricated lol.

So.. GFE is stimulating love making... but what if it starts off that way and it gets so intense it turns into one good hardcore passionate pounding? Was it just an intense GFE or PSE? (i know im overANALyzing... i just love a good respectful debate and i like to type overANALyzing cuz well.....i AM the greek tour guide)

I thought The Girl Fiend Experience was when she made you feel guilty afterwards. Like saying 'Gosh, now I am gonna have to wash the sheets, because we know you won't do it.'

All I can say is I like the way your talk. er write! Glad you are thinking of visiting us.

The open door. The entrance....

She removes my fedora and spins it to the dresser. I can see every curve and residue of rain on it's slowly turning brim as time has slowed to a crawl. She grabs my lapels and forces my lips to hers. I'm back in the now. Her lips are pressed on mine. Fair firm and friendly comes to mind. Our eyes meet. Her eyes tell me she has plans for me. “Will you keep up?” Her hot breath beckons.

I begin to remove my coat. I notice the window is open. Odd
I think. Most hotels here do not have open windows. The curtains willow and I can see the nightlife below. I start to wonder but she is intently and deftly sucking me to heights I barely remember. Her mouth is intensely hot. I'm still in my street shoes and my jacket is only half off and I'm nearing blast off! “Whoa baby!” I say as I push her head to say stop.
She grabs the waist of my pants and throwing her head back her hair flows as if alive. Her expression is of “I'm in charge here.” That is my cue. I throw off my jacket and taking her arms I stand her up. With both hands I grab her by the waist and drop her to the bed. “Ooh baby” she says. “I want” I grunt in response. In doggy I admire her glorious ass. Her waist beckons me like a unwieldy jackhammer. My left hand finds her waist like a cowhand grabbing the main of a wild mustang. With her waist in hand my free right hand does the crazy. With shear madness my right hand smacks her ass.
She barely notices in her fun. Again and this time with feeling I think. She tightens on my shaft and I feel her hip bones slam my pelvis.
She turns to look at me. A devilish grin full of teeth is her response. “Oh shit” I think.

Her body is like the ocean. The giver of life and death.
I am slammed and sucked and beckoned. The islands, the finger lakes, the sirens and the gorgons thrown in for fun.

I lay there and catch my breath. She is laying across from me in the half dark. She supports her upper half with one arm and wipes her face with a towel with the other. Her body looks like a coiled python ready to devour her lover, her prey.

My breath begins to slow to normal. She throws the towel and she looks hungry. She stands and walks to the dresser.
I can hear the latches of a briefcase snap open.
I support myself by my elbows for a better view.

Sweat beads on my brow. “She did mention toys.” I remember.