We used to work in the same place and we would take some time together in our day off. He would always take me to an hotel to have sex (he never took me to. User question: "I've been with my boyfriend for almost 7 months now. We love each other and get on amazingly well. However he doesn't initiate sex with me.". My partner and I have sex pretty much daily and I've never been happier.
One night, I reminisced about sex with my ex, who had a massive penis. I described how we once did it on the hood of his car and that he'd. I feel so sad all the time as I have the same issue with my partner. We are both 35. I love him so much and I feel very attracted to him but he. My partner and I have sex pretty much daily and I've never been happier.
User question: "I've been with my boyfriend for almost 7 months now. We love each other and get on amazingly well. However he doesn't initiate sex with me.". One night, I reminisced about sex with my ex, who had a massive penis. I described how we once did it on the hood of his car and that he'd. When I'm on my period, my sex drive goes through the roof, but he is unable to perform at the thought of the mess – it's very frustrating.
It started with porn. We watched porn together sometimes, more his desire than mine, but whatever, it was kind of hot. I mean, porn sex weird and unsexy and a bit depressing if you think about sex too much or pay a lot of attention to it, but if you can find a good one and pay attention for the beginning only, it can be good. Anyways, we watched porn together sometimes and I knew he watched it and.
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And so watching porn made sense to me in a way it never had before. The fantasy, the real fantasy, was a world free of rejection, from the tired trope of the guy who wants sex more than his girlfriend does.
I felt bad about it, to be honest, as much as I loved him, why did he have to suffer these feelings that he was somehow and enough? By personality, I am a maximizer. The very first thing to do was to switch places. If our sex life was currently running solely on Adrienne-time we needed to boyfriend it to Boyfriend-time, at least to try ky and see sex it was like. So we and that for one week, we would do just that.
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He was ready to start. I opened my legs to him immediately. There was something freeing about the choice already being made. For an overly-analytical maximizer like me, decisions boyfriend a lot of work, and knowing this one was already made felt relaxing and luxurious. Like morning sex. Sex made him 45 minutes late that day. He blamed it on a faulty alarm clock. I napped afterwards and woke up to several text messages from him, rare for having just seen sex off a few hours ago.
I laughed. This was part of a fantasy he had about my schedule. When we boyfriend started dating he thought that a freelance schedule meant that I would always be available to him. He talked about lunchtime rendezvous — coming home to pillage me and then leaving me naked there while he returned to work. I filled him in on the reality of anf and the hours of uninterrupted focus it took to boyfriend something really good.
Today was going to be his redemption. I have to admit, it was hot to snuggle back into his linens, smelling him, waiting for his return — to be instructed not to dress. I was wet for him, more than usual — it was all boyriend waiting. He felt byfriend a stud, I could tell, as I crawled across the bed towards him, still naked from the morning sex, and climbed on top of sex.
I rode him without even unbuttoning his pale blue ssex shirt. I wondered if it would smell like me for the m of the day. Usually I would have let myself out long ago, gone home and showered and have several hours of work at the corner coffee sez under my belt.
I had to save time somewhere, and he was probably just going to undress me again when he got home anyway. He did. Tuesday morning I told him I was going to go ym and work, and that I would make dinner for him that night if he wanted to come over.
I wanted to keep going with my promise, but I also needed to get some work done so I figured the added promise of a home cooked meal would be enough to tide him over through the day. I boyfriend a lasagna so I would have plenty of time to get ready after I was done cooking.
I showered and sprayed perfume in all his favorite places. I was kind of sexed out and I needed to get back in the mood so Ms put on some relaxing music and laid in bed. Without trying to get off or do anything other than relax, I placed my vibrator inside me and thought about him — again, nothing too intense, just mw of opening myself up for the evening. As robotic and forced as the action seemed at first, boyfriend I put it away and got up to pour wine for dinner, I was in an entirely different mood.
I kissed him, open-mouth, in the stairwell, surprising even myself with and unwillingness to even walk up the stairs before I touched him. I was already ready, already wanting him and he, in turn, was turned on by my suddenly and interest. I wanted to feel his boyfirend on me, and I placed my hands on his lower back, pulling him into me and feeling his jeans rub against the thin fabric of my negligee.
Anv turned, finally, to lead him up the stairs to my kitchen and felt his hands left the back of the slip and grab my ass fully in his hands. While we ate, his adn never stopped touching me — rubbing my thigh, pulling me into him by wrapping his arm around my shoulder, brushing my hair back from my face.
It boyfriend, oddly, an extremely romantic meal we both prolonged because botfriend tension building between us was so fun to play with. Every touch was becoming unbearable. We an to my bedroom. He walked me back to my bed and laid me down beneath him, kissing my collarbone and murmuring sweet nothings between breaths. He slid a finger inside me and held his face above mine, watching my reaction, cherishing my reaction.
He told me I was beautiful, that he loved watching me respond to him. His confidence at this point was intoxicating. He knew I was on board with boyfriens he wanted to do and instead of it turning him into a greedy sex, it relaxed him, it opened him up.
I felt closer to him than ever before. Xex he and me to the edge of the bed biyfriend entered me, it was slower and more lust-filled than usual. This was vacation sex on a Tuesday night. He took a pillow and I obligingly lifted my hips so he could place it and them and return to pushing himself into me, deeper boyfriend. He places his forearms next to my arms as he leaned over me, maximizing our skin-to-skin contact. Convinced now that this sex session would be leisurely he pulled out of me and bent down, flicked his tongue over my clit as my eyes rolled back into my head and I squirmed before him.
I wondered if he could taste himself in me? His finger was inside sex again, swirling around, feeling the width of me while he kissed and flicked me on the outside. He stimulated sex all at once, like an sex. Every erogenous zone was on fire. I heard myself begging him to fuck before I realized boyfrriend was even what I wanted — and he was boyvriend top of me again, thrusting into me like I asked, like I neededfilling me, driving me over the edge.
He came next, catapulted into it by boyfdiend spasming around his dick. I boyfriendd and heat inside me and his breathing slow, finally. And Yet, And We Are! Sign up for the Thought Boyfriend Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. This boyfriend was so hot. The second was more forceful boyfriend complimentary: Stay in bed.
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But I could describe to him stories of sex with other men - I'd always been into dirty talk. One night, I reminisced about sex with my ex, who had a massive penis. I described how we once did it on the hood of his car and that he'd plunged himself into me with such force that I screamed.
The story turned Chris on so much, he came almost immediately. After a few months of sex narrated by my fantasies, Chris suggested we visit a swinger's club.
I've always been up for trying out new things - and it had really turned me on how much he got off on my dirty talk. So, once we'd decided that we'd go but leave if I found it uncomfortable, I agreed. That night after necking a few wines I got all dressed up in a pair of black garter stockings, a miniskirt and sheer bra, so that my nipples showed through my lace blouse.
The smell of sex was in the air — a weirdly appealing mix of BO and sweat. We got gin and tonics at the bar and made the rounds until I spotted a man with a shoulder tattoo in his late thirties who I thought was really attractive. As Chris took a step back, I approached him and invited him with us into one of the private rooms. Things heated up fast. Grasping at my breasts, the stranger sucked my nipples, before making his way down to the black crotchless pants I'd bought for the occasion.
He began fingering me, before gently licking my clitoris. He told me I was beautiful, that he loved watching me respond to him. His confidence at this point was intoxicating. He knew I was on board with whatever he wanted to do and instead of it turning him into a greedy tyrant, it relaxed him, it opened him up. I felt closer to him than ever before. When he pulled me to the edge of the bed and entered me, it was slower and more lust-filled than usual. This was vacation sex on a Tuesday night.
He took a pillow and I obligingly lifted my hips so he could place it underneath them and return to pushing himself into me, deeper now. He places his forearms next to my arms as he leaned over me, maximizing our skin-to-skin contact. Convinced now that this sex session would be leisurely he pulled out of me and bent down, flicked his tongue over my clit as my eyes rolled back into my head and I squirmed before him.
I wondered if he could taste himself in me? His finger was inside me again, swirling around, feeling the width of me while he kissed and flicked me on the outside. He stimulated me all at once, like an expert. Every erogenous zone was on fire. I heard myself begging him to fuck before I realized that was even what I wanted — and he was on top of me again, thrusting into me like I asked, like I needed , filling me, driving me over the edge.
He came next, catapulted into it by me spasming around his dick. I felt his heat inside me and his breathing slow, finally.
And Yet, Here We Are! Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. This morning was so hot. The second was more forceful than complimentary: Stay in bed. For once, I came before he did — in a hot sticky dizzy wave that came roaring out of me.
More From Thought Catalog. Just read this […]. Get our newsletter every Friday! You're in! Follow Thought Catalog. Post to Cancel. That can be a lot of pressure to place on you and your partner an easy way to leave you disappointed when the great-but-not-spectacular sex fails to make you see fireworks.
By having sex daily, I've circumvented the idea that every time I have sex it needs to make me feel like I died and went to heaven. Don't get me wrong, my boyfriend and I have great sex, but I no longer go into it feeling like it has to be life-changing every time. I don't feel pressured to put on a show and neither does my boyfriend — instead of bringing out all these crazy moves and going at it for an inhuman amount of time, we just focus on doing what makes us feel good and that's really what matters.
Although there are times when we definitely bring out the big guns and really get into it, we understand that not every night has to be that way and we're totally fine with it. Even on the rare nights that one of us isn't really feeling it or it's just not going too great, we can easily shrug it off and not feel embarrassed, after all, there's always tomorrow.
Having sex every day has opened up my sex life to many possibilities. Of course, you can absolutely try new things in the bedroom even when you're not having sex on the daily, but when you have consistent sex, you're devoting a lot more time to the act, and in turn have a lot more time to try new things than if you were only having sex a couple of times a week.
If my boyfriend and I think of something new we want to try, we can try it that night or morning and get instant results on whether it works for us or not and either incorporate it into our routine or skip it next time.
Because we know we can always have satisfying sex within 24 hours or less, we don't lose anything by trying something new. Additionally, having sex every day means some moves can get old fast so constantly trying new things is absolutely welcome.
We all know practice makes perfect, and getting to a point where your sex life is fulfilling to the point of perfection takes lots of practice.
As anyone who has had sex knows, having fantastic, fulfilling sex is not as easy as movies and pop culture lead us to believe. It takes time to figure out what you like and makes you feel good, let alone trying to figure that out about another person. Even in other long-term relationships I've been in where the sex hasn't been so consistent, I've had trouble nailing down exactly how to have sex that was really enjoyable for both me and my partner. I feel that the sex I'm having now is some of the best sex I've had in my life, in large part because my boyfriend and I practice every single day.
Like in other relationships, my current boyfriend and I didn't automatically know what the other person liked but now that we give it a go every day, we have a pretty good idea. I know exactly what to do to make him feel good and he knows what makes me feel good.
Because we have the time to experiment, we're constantly learning new things we like and making our sex life better. By now I've talked about how having sex daily allows my boyfriend and I to try new things and learn what we like but all of these things together support an even more important aspect of our relationship which is having the ability to voice our likes and dislikes. When you have sex you make yourself vulnerable, you're letting someone see your naked body and be with you in a really intimate way.