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MikoRyko
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So I've been with my girl for about 12 years (We're now both 28) and we're both each other's first and only ever partners, both relationship-wise and sexually.
I've had a lot of thoughts on this lately, and wanted to explore them. I was actually thinking of writing in more length on Lit, but I'll test the waters with a forum post for now.
I figure it works well as my introduction as well, my first post.
Main thought - It feels really special.
To have sex with someone knowing, "this right here is ours, and only ever ours" is amazing. There's such a deep connection there, emotional and physical. I'm probably romanticising it here, but it almost feels like sex is ours, and ours alone. Nobody else's.
If you want to know what the clichè of being "made for each other" feels like? That's probably it.
We're the only people to ever exist who know what each other's turn ons are. Who know how to touch each other right. Who feel that connection. She is my entire sex life, and I'm hers.
The submissive side of me absolutely loves this, BTW. It's like truly belonging to somebody. Not being allowed, but not wanting anybody else.
Variety is the spice of life.
When she's at work or just not around and I'm horny (the horny part is a lot, tbh ) it's mostly her I think of.
But often, I'll watch porn, or fantasize about other people. It's not like I'm not still attracted to others or want to explore. I'm only human. I mean, I have a huge crush on her sister.
I mean, here I am on Literotica, partly to chat with people, and partly to have my own personal space for my own sexuality and desires that don't really gel with hers.
But none of that stuff compares. It's all distraction. It's just masturbation fuel to tide me over until the real thing. It's always her I come back to.
No porno, no picture of a Hollywood actress in a knockout dress, and no fantasy of a steamy affair can ever satisfy me anywhere fucking near just a photo of my girl.
Margot Robbie is a goddess, but if given the choice between her and my curvy girl,
no makeup, no sexy clothes? Margot can get lost, every time.
Of all the things I'd like to talk about with my fellow Lit users, my bi-curiosity, my kinks, my fantasies... none of them excite me like the thought of talking about her. The thought of somebody else being turned on by her, or by my love for her, is so exciting.
I better stop here since this is turning into an essay thanks anyone who bothered to read this. I'll likely write in more detail on Lit's writing side, so stay tuned I guess!
I've had a lot of thoughts on this lately, and wanted to explore them. I was actually thinking of writing in more length on Lit, but I'll test the waters with a forum post for now.
I figure it works well as my introduction as well, my first post.
Main thought - It feels really special.
To have sex with someone knowing, "this right here is ours, and only ever ours" is amazing. There's such a deep connection there, emotional and physical. I'm probably romanticising it here, but it almost feels like sex is ours, and ours alone. Nobody else's.
If you want to know what the clichè of being "made for each other" feels like? That's probably it.
We're the only people to ever exist who know what each other's turn ons are. Who know how to touch each other right. Who feel that connection. She is my entire sex life, and I'm hers.
The submissive side of me absolutely loves this, BTW. It's like truly belonging to somebody. Not being allowed, but not wanting anybody else.
Variety is the spice of life.
When she's at work or just not around and I'm horny (the horny part is a lot, tbh ) it's mostly her I think of.
But often, I'll watch porn, or fantasize about other people. It's not like I'm not still attracted to others or want to explore. I'm only human. I mean, I have a huge crush on her sister.
I mean, here I am on Literotica, partly to chat with people, and partly to have my own personal space for my own sexuality and desires that don't really gel with hers.
But none of that stuff compares. It's all distraction. It's just masturbation fuel to tide me over until the real thing. It's always her I come back to.
No porno, no picture of a Hollywood actress in a knockout dress, and no fantasy of a steamy affair can ever satisfy me anywhere fucking near just a photo of my girl.
Margot Robbie is a goddess, but if given the choice between her and my curvy girl,
no makeup, no sexy clothes? Margot can get lost, every time.
Of all the things I'd like to talk about with my fellow Lit users, my bi-curiosity, my kinks, my fantasies... none of them excite me like the thought of talking about her. The thought of somebody else being turned on by her, or by my love for her, is so exciting.
I better stop here since this is turning into an essay thanks anyone who bothered to read this. I'll likely write in more detail on Lit's writing side, so stay tuned I guess!