Do you know what FWB means?
Besides the obvious, Bethie finally gettin' a little sumthin'-sumthin' after a five year hiatus (yes, I AM such a slut!), it means that beyond the normal shaving and shampooing, there is little else to worry about. I wasn't self-conscious about my cellulite, or jiggly thighs, or small breasts. I was confident and focused on my pleasure first, his second. It was freeing and wonderful and undoubtedly, the best sex I have ever had. Not that I have had THAT many partners anyway.
For him, however, there was some worrying about if I was really okay with this, and making sure that there was more to it than just sex. He shaved his goatee for me (and looked HOT!) and worried about his performance. (Fantastic, thank you very much!)
I find it ironic that now that we are not a couple, but just good friends having great sex, I feel free and he is the one worrying about things being perfect.
After the first round, we cuddled and talked and laughed. We shared jokes, told each other tales from our pasts--mostly about traveling (Big jerk is going to a spa in Cancun for a week in January) and shared some deeper conversation.
He asked me again if it had really been five years since I had sex. I assured him it was, and asked why he asked. "Because, well, you're a tiger! You are very good at what you do and I really appreciate your creativity and the attention you pay to make sure my needs are met as well as your own. And I love that you are so free to focus on your orgasm and aren't just going through the motions to make sure I get my rocks off."
We also found that we are too much alike to be a couple. As Professor said, "We would have a lot of make-up sex, but we would end up killing each other." We are both sarcastic and like to argue. We are both passionate, which is good in the bedroom, but not so much outside of it. But, during this conversation, he did say, "I really do like you Miss Bethie."
Things are good, and I am happy with the status of our relationship.
Oh, and as a public service announcement, Don't let the Durex Play Tingle Lubricant get on scrotum. Unless you want to hear him whine.
For him, however, there was some worrying about if I was really okay with this, and making sure that there was more to it than just sex. He shaved his goatee for me (and looked HOT!) and worried about his performance. (Fantastic, thank you very much!)
I find it ironic that now that we are not a couple, but just good friends having great sex, I feel free and he is the one worrying about things being perfect.
After the first round, we cuddled and talked and laughed. We shared jokes, told each other tales from our pasts--mostly about traveling (Big jerk is going to a spa in Cancun for a week in January) and shared some deeper conversation.
He asked me again if it had really been five years since I had sex. I assured him it was, and asked why he asked. "Because, well, you're a tiger! You are very good at what you do and I really appreciate your creativity and the attention you pay to make sure my needs are met as well as your own. And I love that you are so free to focus on your orgasm and aren't just going through the motions to make sure I get my rocks off."
We also found that we are too much alike to be a couple. As Professor said, "We would have a lot of make-up sex, but we would end up killing each other." We are both sarcastic and like to argue. We are both passionate, which is good in the bedroom, but not so much outside of it. But, during this conversation, he did say, "I really do like you Miss Bethie."
Things are good, and I am happy with the status of our relationship.
Oh, and as a public service announcement, Don't let the Durex Play Tingle Lubricant get on scrotum. Unless you want to hear him whine.
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