Does anyone have any firsthand faire minette or feuille de rose stories they'd like to share with us?
As I first mentioned the terms, and no one else has chimed in, I guess I'll have to relate a faire minette tale of woe.
Several years ago, back in my single days (obviously!), I dated a single mother in her early thirties. She was definitely not a trailer-trash type, in fact she had an excellent career as a healthcare professional and had written a couple of reference books in her field of expertise. For the record, in case anyone looks at my user profile, she did not live anywhere close to my current location, not even in the same state.
Our relationship became "intimate" (her term) on our fifth or sixth date. As things progressed that evening, I began to faire minette - and Goddamn near asphyxiated! Her intimate odor, or cassoulet as the Joy of Sex calls it, was repulsive beyond imagination. Think of a mixture of sweat and urine that's been allowed to fester for several hours. Of course, I could do nothing but contain my revulsion and continue with the "activity" until she reached the Supreme Moment.
Afterwards, I attributed the problem to the young lady's inability to cleanse herself in advance, the intimate portion of the evening's not having been planned in advance. One week later, however, we had another date, this time of course with the expectations that activities of a carnal nature would follow, and yes, her cassoulet was every bit as repulsive. And once again I was forced to persevere.
At least the problem did not recur - she dumped me soon afterwards.
P.S. As far as feuille de rose stories are concerned, I don't have any, and do not ever plan to have any!!
"Let me think about it" = the coward's way of saying "no"