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"D. and I once got kicked out of a club for making out in the bathroom. I was a little buzzed, but I distinctly remember the Alicia Keys song &amp;quot;No One&amp;quot; playing in the ladies room just before the bouncer banged on the door and told us to get out. And I must have associated it with naughty hook ups. We ended up going home and having sex to that song on repeat\u2014at my insistence. And ever since then, whenever I hear the song, I have this Pavlovian reaction. The first few beats come on my iPod and I start drooling...for sex. So when I woke up this morning at D.&amp;#039;s place and started getting ready for an early meeting with my editor, I put iTunes on random, and heard Alicia belting out, &amp;quot;I just want you close...&amp;quot;, I knew I&amp;#039;d be late for my meeting. D. came out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and I beckoned him into bed. &amp;quot;This has to be quick,&amp;quot; he said, then immediately gave me an apologetic look. But I wasn&amp;#039;t offended. I don&amp;#039;t know why men are under the impression that we always want long, drawn-out sex. Women are busy too and sometimes we just want a quickie. We opted for Reach for the Heavens, which is a slight variation of missionary and is a good I&amp;#039;m-feeling-lazy sex position (well for the girl, at least!). D. kissed his way down my body then moved between my legs, which is pretty much the fastest foreplay for a quickie. After a minute, I reached down for his head and brought him back to eye level. I wrapped my legs around him, he pushed into me, then I reached up and put my hands on the wall behind his bed. It felt very similar to missionary, but added bonus: It makes your boobs look super perky! And another nice thing about this pose is that because I was holding myself still rather than being pulled and pushed by his thrusts, there was a ton of friction, which means more chance of a clitoral orgasm. I was loving it. Then a minute into it, I noticed something weird. D. reached under my left thigh. He did it again after another 30 seconds. What the hell? I asked myself. It almost seemed like he was scratching his balls. Weird. Soon I finished. Thanks to the quickie oral and all the friction, it was one of those leg-shaking, heart-pounding, holy-shit orgasms that you want to stop people on street and tell them about later. A moment after me, D. came. (He once told me that seeing me have an orgasm is pretty much the hottest thing ever and the quickest way to make him finish.) In total, we probably had about two minutes of sex. Quick even for a quickie. Maybe I wouldn&amp;#039;t be late for my meeting after all, I thought. &amp;quot;What was um, going on under there?&amp;quot; I asked D. as he lay next to me, fighting to keep his eyes open. Poor guy. &amp;quot;Oh um\u2026you know. Just trying to make myself last longer. Tuggin&amp;#039; at my balls.&amp;quot; I was fascinated! I&amp;#039;d read about how pulling a guy&amp;#039;s set away from his body would delay climax, but I&amp;#039;d never seen it in practice. I felt like Jane Goodall, only I was a blogger not an anthropologist, and this was Penises in the Mist, not Gorillas in the Mist. D. admitted to me later that he&amp;#039;d never tried it and was really surprised to find that it worked. I asked him why he was trying to last longer after he&amp;#039;d specifically told me that we had to be quick. &amp;quot;Well, yeah, I wanted it to be quick, but I also wanted to make sure you enjoyed it too,&amp;quot; he said. Aww. Do you have any tricks for making your guy last longer in bed? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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