Making love vs. F*cking...

Is there a difference? Really? Elaborate please!!!

 

Of course there is a difference, just fucking is like masturbation with two people...

 

Well, it depends on the connection the couple have outside of the bedroom in my opinion. It doesn't depend on what you do in bed, as long as you do it as two people in love, you are making love. Other wise its only fucking.

 

I think that...

Making love is when you have sex to express love for eachother.

Fucking is having sex just to have sex; no feeling behind it.

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Making love is taking your time with everything.

It`s the exotic foreplay before you even get your clothes off. It`s passionate kissing, gazing into each other`s eyes and small pecks all over the body.

Making love is pleasing orally so well that it brings a tear to your eye and then the guy moves in slow and deep, with your bodies clenched together; shuttering from the feeling of every inch. Once all the way in, the guy keeps the slow rhythmic bump n` grind while vocally expressing your love and kissing at the peak of orgasm.

F*cking is lustful feeling you get right before you want to jump bones. You`re gropin the right places to "get a feel" of what you want. Then the clothes come off quick (or half off) and your sucking and licking only the important places. You`re having fun trying to make the other person lose it!!

You`re both doing orally simply `cause you want it hard and wet and can`t wait to get it in. Once you do, ITs ON!!!

The guy is taking and giving it hard and deep. Some slow, long, playfull strokes and fast, hard, deep penetration combined.

She`s riding like a cowgirl, talking sht trying to "bring" him.

He flips her over to either a wishbone (knees to chest, ankles to head), legs pinned down to hit the clit. Or hitting it from the back, a** up, face down in the pillows, pinned down knees to elbows for the *bleep*-down.

Loud dirty talking, screaming, yelling, moaning, groaning to orgasm...

Sorry...I got carried away...but yes I think there is a difference, which do you prefer!!!

 

I'm hearing that plastic is better than males... I Doubt it!

I'm hearing women saying they can't cum without electric motor assist... "electrified pussy"... "battery powered sex"...

That flower child Toronto exec business woman lady got a bit tongue flappy sharp and cheeky in the sac, so I pretended to plug in an extension cord, and with the other end in my hand, I flipped her over in a flash, saying "You want to feel the Power, I'll show you Real Power"... Hot dam... she struggled like a captured wild dolphin in two-feet of water...

I doubt that a lady's right to cum is totally all to do with what's happnin' just in the crotch area and hole...
There's a lot more to a woman than just delicious pussy...

Maybe over the years, the rest of the body just gets bored and switches off, after being with so many boys... then in common sense all you really got left is the mechanical horsey race track to get you off... But do you really feel good... or is it like chinese food... half hour later yer hungry again...
There's a big huge difference between just a quick cum, and Well Fucked... For one, she needs to be carried to the john, cuz her legs just won't work... And there's that absolutley huge achy ear to ear smile on her face that just won't relax... She can barely form a word through it... And forsure can't take a drink of anything yet...

I'm seeing it as ladies just become so bored with the usual mindless passionless male approach and methods to sex, that some ladies have no option but to fuck plastic and various lovely vibratey rubber things...
And with all the plagues flowing out there, using plastic and rubber toys are the only surefire option for absolutely safe sex these days... And in most of it, the only option for Good sex these days, as too many women are discovering...
They're even wearing out and burning out vibrators... just like some do with their men, and boys...

There are at least a hundred places that heats a woman up...
I'm thinking that women just get lazy, and forget about foreplay, mostly because they never get any... I figure for most, sex is just a dive for the clit and hole, pump, squirt, switch the sound back on the teevee, light another smoke, and brush the ashes of her chest and belly, fart a few times, and go to sleep...
And all she's thinkin about, is her sleeping vibrator and tube of cnt greese hiding in the little drawer...

There aren't any women who can't cum... There are only men who don't do enough to get woman hot....

Define "real-men", and "Three hour foreplay"...

Maybe real-women wouldn't get stuck with husbands and boyfriends who don't have a clue what Woman needs... if they could only get a little grasp of what foreplay really is...

Woman warrior needs atmosphere... and you are obviously woman warrior... most dancers are...

One delicious Jamacian Lady, playing at the Orange, in Vancouver, started her second tune by grasping a fine gold chain dangling from a gold pierced ring in her clit... and on the seventh drum beat, she pulled hard, with a flash, ripping the ring out of her clit with the force it would take to punch someones teeth out...
I saw a dull blood red thin power ring flash zing from all around her head, and slice through the whole audience like a growing spinning, thirty foot diameter circular knife blade... Nearly knocked me out of my chair when it hit me... Felt a bit like I had just been hit by a sledge hammer, and gave me major chills, and a million huge goosebumps all over my skin... tenderly cut my spirit like a hot knife cuts butter...
I glanced around the Club... No one else saw or felt it... like they all were asleep, or dead, or something...
I'm bets sex with her would be like a young cowboy's first try at breaking a wild stalion... all he's got is to hang on for dear life... and just hope that he gets through it alive...

Does warrior know she needs soft elevator-music, candle light, tasty oils, warm red wine, insense, massage oils, ambrosia illumination, ellumination, the velvet of soft rose touched to her cheek and throat... A three hour massage,Ê embracing each muscle as it were a trusting wild pet, caressing away aches, pains, fears, history, doubt, time...

In first hour the princess is tantalized from head to toes beginning at her tiniest fingertip in a soft firm squeeze, after squeeze, after squeeze... up and down baby finger in a hundred honest squeezes... and to another finger...
Touch paints cool rivers serenading soul's primal fantasy...
Tongue tastes a mile of buzzing soft flesh, longing for more, more, more... and fearing too much...
A tap into Venus's Soul pulls womanhood to a hundred orgasms per minute... till she forgets how to breathe... and Cries out "Stop! stop stop stop" oh stop, no don't stop! I do mean do stop, I think?... ohh I don't know what I mean...
An Angel takes a breather break... Gets her breathing under control... and says through the Warrior's hot sly bratty grin... "Can you do it again?", and braces herself for something extremely Powerful that she totally doesn't have a clue about... only knows it feels Real Good!... And it makes her afraid to open her eyes... just incase she really is at the ceiling... and to open her eyes might very well break the spell...

Hour 2, the princess slept through... while the master removes old scars that only sleep's blindness will release to forget...

Hour 3, whispers, "turn over"... Princess hasn't a clue what planet she's on... Again looks to discover that she's actually totally nude.. and rolls to on her back... Caress empties adrenals steadily along two half-hour rush... Princess surfs cosmic currents... Every part of every inch is begging to again meet tongue, breath, roaming fingertip... Soul seeks soul, bidding it to come out and play... Relaxed Princess, master of her night... rolls and sitz, blinks a lengthy blink, and through passion's sleepy-eyes, asks in soft slow breaking primal speech, upon noticing she's totally naked, and where she is... "uh? what's your name?"

We fall asleep exhausted... then wake, run for a pee, sip some ice wine, relight the fireplace, put some music on, and start all over again... This time I'm playing her favorite tunes backbeats on and around her clit with the tip of my tongue...
She speaks through moans and a giggle... "I'm thinking I know what my very most favorite song is going to be..."
Glad to hear it Babe... And can you tell me why this is the second time I have to peel you off the wall...?
Go through the pain, to find the motherload orgasm waiting to be released, like an angry tiger in a cage...
Then all I got, is to just hang onto something solid for dear life, while woman runs up my back and soul, on her way going purpleplanet, and beyond...

 

*yawn* what's on tv tonight?

 

Exactly.

 

making love is done slowly, in a romantic place with someone you love( candles lit, lights dimmed mostly missionary position, lots of kissing) and then on the other hand, fucking isnt always done with someone you love, it is in a random unplanned spot, doggy style, 69, REALLY hard and nasty, cum everywhere and that kind of thing.

 

no one get on my ass for this, but i dont think there is a difference you really are "fucking" but not using the derogatory term for it..just saying "make love" cause its sounds better..

 

i like it "fucking "is "fucking" and its nice shroom ,peace and lol.

 

there is a slight difference, i think it depends on the mood the two are in...with me its fucking when i just cant take it amymore and ill take and/or do anything to get it vs. making love is the same but more romantic, taking time and enjoying it...

 

F*cking can be with anyone. Making love can be with only one.

 

1. Making Love: Soft, slow, lengthy foreplay, teasing, lots of kissing, caressing, licking, nibbling, etc. The key point being that it is soft, and slow. It is all about the other person, and giving him/her maximum pleasure. Soft moaning, and sweet nothings are whispered.
2. Having Sex: More urgent, not so much foreplay, faster thrusts, shorter lasting session than making love. Less concerned about the other person, more self-centered. Still, a certain amount of reserve is adhered to, that keeps things under control, to a point. conversation is louder, and more casual.
3. Fucking: Buttons pop off of clothing, passion overtakes the couple, there is nothing that can stop them, or distract them. Grasping each other tightly, backs may end up with scratch marks, sweating is guaranteed. Neighbours will know whats up. Books fall off shelves, and conversation is loud, with possible swearing and screams of pleasure. It is hard, fast, intense, and in the end, the two are totally spent.

So, first you start out making love, then move on to having sex, then wrap it up with fucking. imho

 

I've skimmed through some of the other posts and i don't think that the pace/mood, etc. of sexual activity is what makes it 'making love' or 'fucking'... I mean i know that a lot of people do feel as though 'making love' is when you have the whole 'mood' set and there are deep passionate kisses involved and so on, but i think it's more about what is being exchanged on a more intimate level. It's hard for me to explain so i really don't think i'm getting my point across very well... So i mean depending on the feelings behind it intercourse with candlelight and music is just as much considered 'making love' as, oh, sex in the backseat... - I believe that it's the feelings that classify it... (God my boyfriend has brought out my 'girly side'; i read this to him over my shoulder and he laughed and boasted how he had finally cracked my romantic side *smile*)

 

you can't just fuck unless you don't love the person and I am guessing you can't make love to someone who you don't love.

 

I disagree with the first point, but agree with the second. The no holds barred, frenzied, intense, animal-like sex that my partner and I have sometimes enjoyed, can only be called 'f*cking', to me. It is likely just that we have different definitions. When books are falling off shelves, and sweat is dripping from my face, and her nails are leaving red tracks down my back......making love just doesn't seem to fit.

 

it does for me because letting your inhibitions down for me is the complete removal of boundaries and barriers and that requires a lot of love to be able to trust soemone enough for there to be no physical boundaries just whatever you feel like no manners.

 

I can agree with that.

I only offered my three definitions as different names for different kinds of intimate times. Sometimes the slow, longlasting, gentle kind feels best, and sometimes the primal version is best. I agree with you, though, no matter what level of physical intensity, if it is with your true love, it is all making love.