I don’t know how pancakes and sex ever came into the conversation, but I was laughing. I remember from about age 18 to age 23, it wasn’t having sex once a day. It was more like do it now, then do it again in twenty minutes . . . then do it again in another twenty minutes.

I remember by the fourth time screwing in a day, I was basically pounding for forty minutes. I felt so good to be able to say that I could f^*k for forty straight minutes.

The poor girl would be laying there screaming and yelling. I of course thought screaming and yelling was from pleasure. The screaming and yelling was because she was getting so raw. Forty minutes is a long time for anybody.

Four times in a row, and that’s 160 minutes of screwing. I mean, the poor woman was moaning and groaning — yes out of pleasure part of the time, but mostly out of pure pain because she was getting wet and dry and wet and dry. I would just keep going and going and going like the young testosterone filled man that I was.

Let’s practice quality over quantity when it comes down to sex. Let’s do it in all areas of our lives. Quality over quantity is much better.

So if you’re going to have sex, make sure it’s the best sex session you can have. Have some good foreplay.

If you’re a guy, make sure you get her to cum first. That way, she’s more sensitive when you go in there and you are able to also give her a g-spot orgasm.

If you’re a woman, make sure you spend some quality time giving him some foreplay as well. Tease him sufficiently, so that when he does have sex with you he’s all ready to go.

Start having fun together. Even a quickie can be quality.

Back them, a quickie was doing it then twenty minutes later doing it quickly again. It’s not a double quickie. It’s called a quickie for a reason.