Been doing it instinctively since I was 14... didn't know it was an official thing with a name until about 25.
That was the age I first started dating a guy, and for a while having sex was quite an adjustment for both of us.His pattern:
get horny, get naked, get nasty, get off, get in the shower, get in bed, get asleep. Typical time ~25 minutes.My pattern:
get flirty, get horny, get playful, get naked, get comfortable, get playful again, get sweaty, get some clothes back on, get a beer, get comfortable again, get nasty, get comfortable again, get a short nap, get super
nasty, get rough, get rougher, get so fuckin horny you could pound steel rivets into a skyscraper I-beam, get a big towel to wipe it off everything because you felt like you came all the way from your fucking toes.
. Typical time ~3 hours.
I guess it might be a nice Dr. Phil ending to the story to say that over time we both learned to compromise and meet somewhere in the middle. But the truth of the matter is that I eventually converted him into an all night double-clutching engine-braking 10-gear long-haul sex trucker like me.
For a while we had fun with a rule of jerk-all-you-want-on-weekdays but-no-cumming-until-we-see-each-other-next-weekend. Some Saturdays we'd only leave bed to go out to eat. This went on for about three years - then when he was moving furniture out to get his place ready to sell and we pulled the heavy bedframe back from the wall we both started cracking up because there were a bunch of big drizzly stains running down the paint. Kinda grody but kinda hot at the same time.