If you're lucky, you've had great sex, but for every time there is great sex there is faceplant, horrid, bad, you should have just gone to bed instead sex. What takes a lot of knowledge is learning when the good, is going into the bad, and when to bail and take your toys home.
This story is how this particular boy got his crowning monkier... "Train." No, not because he railed me like a train, through truth be told it was frequently quite a "railing" experience more than it was on the side of something someone would consider "making love," but what fun is that anyway?
