I think I’m at one extreme - the vast majority of people I’ve had sex with, I never saw their face or learned their name. Part of it is maybe that I’m mostly faceblind because I have had good conversations, made “friends” this way, but I have something paradoxical where I feel less interested in sex the more I like/am friends with someone. Not really in a “friend zone” sense, but in that sex for me is fundamentally about being a passive object for someone else to throw around and use to masturbate. I dont like participating in sex as a person, and getting railed by a stranger gets me to that passive headspace.
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I enjoy fucking strangers and can relate to the thrill of being used as a sex object. But the most passionate and great sex I’ve had has been with partners who I love and admire. For me, both is good. They are different types of pleasure.
I’ve had sex with people whose faces I never saw, and others who were roommates and close friends to this day. It’s all a matter of perspective. And insatiable hornyness
I think I could enjoy having sex with a stranger at an orgy or something, though I do not tend to be so forward. I generally would enjoy it more with a friend. But having sex with someone whose name I don’t know is actually an item on my short sexual bucket list.
A good deal. If not, I can’t even get it up. Too many scenarios play in my mind.
If it is forced or being done to appease, if it a bad moment for them, etc.
Not much at all, I’ve slept with people I’ve barely spoken too in my night clubbing days. But as I’ve gotten older, I do find a good mental and intellectual connection can make for more passionate, fulfilling sex
