So, you feel sorry for a friend and end up in a sympathy fuck situation. Or perhaps you were on the receiving end of a sympathy fuck. How did it happen? What was it like? Who was it with, an ex-boyfriend, a stranger, a friend’s dorky cousin who just couldn’t get laid to save his life? And how did it feel compared to sex with someone you actually wanted?
I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in fucking with a warm heart. — Lady Chatterley’s Lover
From Wicked1
This is all I get from my boyfriend. So very pathetic.From Otto
Sympathy fucks never work. It’s one of the reasons for the high divorce rate. The giver feels like she’s (usually the case) just doing an unpleasant chore. The receiver may feel a temporary release, but deep down feels degraded and rejected. It’s just another form of prostitution. My personal philosophy is don’t do me any favors. Keep your disinterest and apathy to yourself. My hand is more talented and never judgmental. Plus, I know where it has been!
From Dan
While the idea of a sympathy fuck sounds noble to me, every time I’ve given one out, it completely blew up in my face. Out of the three sympathy fucks that I have given in my life time, one turned out to be a filthy (literally), demanding asshole and the other two became clingy and overly emotional.
Like I said, I want to believe in the sympathy fuck and I salute all those that still take one for the team, but I have long since pledged to never give another sympathy fuck again.
From Angie
I think sympathy fucks are a very nice thing to do for someone who is suffering or in need. When I was in the navy, we had a boy who was still a virgin at 19. When I met him, his other three roommates were making such fun of him, I couldn’t stand it, so I slept with him later that day, and was not afraid in the least to let them know it. Of course, this was in the 80’s when there were a lot less diseases, so none of us were all that worried.
I can’t imagine the recipient of a sympathy fuck being unhappy with the situation, unless the other person was a dick about saying they only felt sorry for the person. Like everything else, it’s all in how you handle it, and what your true motives are.
From Jon
Having lived for the past twenty plus years in a celibate relationship, sympathy or not – any kinda fuck would be welcome.
From Sympathy Vyxen
I think a sympathy fuck can be nasty or noble, but it depends on the degrees to which you find the other person attractive or repellant. If you fuck someone who’s actually repellant to you, unless you’re into masochism, then that’s nasty and degrading. However, if you don’t find the fuckee repulsive at all, then it’s on the noble side if you actually want to comfort someone sexually.
From Doug
Yes, I’ve done it on a number of occasions, and each time it’s something that I’ve either inadvertently talked my way into, or have otherwise not been able to refuse for fear of hurting the other party. Unlike some of your correspondents, for me the sex has been purely mechanical, and not at all fulfilling. However on each occasion, the other party involved seemed not only to enjoy it, but to do so immensely. I guess that making someone else happy in these circumstances should be reward enough!
From Irish Tim
I am an expert on this subject as every fuck I have had with my wife in the past 20yrs is a sympathy one as far as she is concerned. She has changed from being a normal sexual partner to a total disinterest in sex. When I get totally frustrated she will remove pajamas and knickers and say the ‘magic’ words “stick it in and be quick”.
Can you imagine trying to come in two minuets at 60yrs of age? It’s some rush. If I haven’t climaxed she will pull away leaving me to masturbate myself on her arse. That’s not even a sympathy fuck but its the best I can do.
From Ruth
This is going to sound awful but I experienced a sympathy fuck with my brother-in-law following the death of his wife. Between jobs I was able to spend some sympathy time with him before he returned to work. It started as a few days a week, mainly shopping, me cooking some lunch, listening to him tell me about his wife, him always breaking up in tears, me comforting him. To get him out of his depressed state I suggested visiting museums and going to see a movie or two.
It was after one of these visits, preparing an early evening meal for him before I left for my own home and husband, he began to cry, I lent over him to comfort him. I was wearing a lose fitting shirtwaister and my bra was fully on show as I lent forward. He undid one then a second button. I froze with fear. No, I didn’t want this I said to myself but did nothing to stop him. After a few minutes he placed me across the dining table, pulled my pantyhose and panties away and I almost begged him to enter me. He took ages to climax and I must have sounded like a slut but this was one very good, enjoyable, satisfying fuck with a wonderful feeling of ecstas.
I left feeling very guilty, saying that it wouldn’t happen again. It didn’t. It was only a sympathy fuck but one that left me feeling unhappy about myself.
From Tony
I was in a bar when I saw a middle aged female sitting at the bar all by herself drinking a martini. So I kinda felt sorry for her and started talking to her. We ended up taking about sex in school and how young the kids do it these days. She was drunk by this time.
She unveiled her whole life story and how nobody wanted to fuck her because she is little overweight and ugly. I felt sorry for her. I ended up going to her house and we had good sex. And found out that she was a virgin. It was a good experience. You feel like you did something good.
From Falguni Parashar
I always thought of sympathy sex as some kind of nasty thing as it was for me taking advantage of somebody in distress, but my opinion changed with a recent incidence concerning a colleague of mine.
P****, 31 is a colleague of mine who has been going through a painful separation with her long standing boyfriend took to drinking and we all were concerned of her addiction. One day while working late, she asked me to go out on a drinking binge, I persuaded her out of it and insisted to walk down the lane to her place. While taking a walk to her home, we held hands and I narrated a cooked up story about my breakup earlier and how I came out of it. We reached her home and while seeing her good night, she hugged me to say thank you and asked me to come over for a can of beer. I reluctantly said yes.
Once inside her living room, while she was bringing out a can of beer from her fridge, I just felt like giving her a hug from her backside, when I did she did not say anything and kissed me turning her head towards me. One thing led to another and we had a marathon sex session on her living room carpet. I left thereafter feeling bit blank. Next day we met in office and I saw her a changed girl. She had smile in her face and while passing by, said you are wonderful.
Although we never had any further encounter thereafter, I have changed my perspective on sympathy sex. I now consider this as a necessary therapy rather than a taboo topic.
From Dennis
My friend’s wife had been having an affair for a couple of years and she told him that she wanted a divorce. She still cared for him but wanted to be with the other man. She told him that they could have one last night together before she left. They went out to dinner and after they returned home she said that she would give him one last night of sex with everything. He said that she performed the very best that she had ever been. He said that it was the first time she had given him oral, vaginal and anal all in the same night. After that night he said he was really sorry that she was leaving.
From Midnightbones
I can honestly say that a sympathy shag is just as unique as the shag’er/shag’ee. I’ve never, nor do I think I would ever give a sympathy shag or a noble shag, until it feels right. I consider shagging a type of close, erotic, romantic activity. I share myself, be it physical, mental, emotional with someone whom I care about and not feel sorry for, or noble for.
From Cat
I have had the opportunity through my life to give a sypathy fuck a few times. It was the most pleasurable thing I ever did. It was not just the fact that it was fun but because I helped out a few men who were having problems with erection. I’m a patient woman and knowing that erection problems for men can be devastating I went on a crusade to help.
Taking everything into account I pulled out my book of knowledge and used all the magic I could. I love touching and to start slowly, added things as I went along that they hadn’t experienced. Sometimes it was quicker than they thought possible others took more imagination. But I didn’t give up until they were released and knew that nothing was impossible. I never saw it as a sympathy fuck but a gift from me that I also enjoyed.
From Ginger
I have worked in a brothel. Many of those fucks are kind of pity fucks though you get paid. The incredibly obese always chose me because I was the least slim girl I guess. You could hardly find the penis for the fat. Much of it was tucked up under their rolls so only a bit poked out. I got on top. They were so embarrassed and sad and looked away and said not a word. I enjoyed being affectionate and friendly to them and giving them some pleasure though I couldn’t get them to relax and stop feeling shame.