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Fumbling with a bra, endearing, or annoying?
Active Ink Slinger
neither. if you're a dude and i've let you attempt to take my bra off, this is not the thing that will make or break you. most of the guys i get naked with are older, and older guys normally already know all about the complex intricacies of todays modern brassiere technology. but if they fumble i just reach and do it myself, and we move on.
Active Ink Slinger
It puts a small damper on emotions, but if he can't get it, I'll fix it. It's not like I'll stop what I'm doing and send him away. Rip that shit off and let's get to it! 
God Empress of Lush
Once we've reached that point, there's no way a little fumble is going to spoil things. Like most girls, I'll just sort it myself if there's a problem.
It's if he doesn't know what to do with my tits once they're out that we might have a problem!
It's if he doesn't know what to do with my tits once they're out that we might have a problem!
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Bonnet Flaunter
A bit of fumbling can cause a mutual giggle which only adds to the fun. And is preferable to the pinging bra catch release of a super-slick or smug approach. That IS a turn off!
Advanced Wordsmith
Usually not a problem I just reach back and help them out, then we move on!
My partner has ALWAYS had a problem opening my bra, it's kind of a mutual giggle-point for us. No, it's not a turn off.
Once, I had a front clasp on, and I watched him struggle (he kept cutting me off saying, "I can do it!" when I tried to tell him) for a full five minutes. And then, with one hand, I released my breasts and his face was a combination of "BOOBIES, YAY!" and, "goddamn it, woman."
The sex, post-bra-debacle, was awesome as per usual.
Once, I had a front clasp on, and I watched him struggle (he kept cutting me off saying, "I can do it!" when I tried to tell him) for a full five minutes. And then, with one hand, I released my breasts and his face was a combination of "BOOBIES, YAY!" and, "goddamn it, woman."
The sex, post-bra-debacle, was awesome as per usual.