Valentine.
My memory fails on details of the first time S___ and I had sex. I do remember a few things though. I was nervous, so very nervous. The lovers from his past that I knew were incredible, beautiful, amazing women. Every self concious nerve was on end, I had now idea how he would react to me. We had been very close, we had shared the same bed often, we had touched, and kissed, and done all of the things you do before you actually have sex. His hands always felt amazing on me, his lips were fantastic, he always knew what to say to me. I wasn’t nervous about being disapointed. I was nervous about being a disapointment.
Maybe he could see how anxious I was, maybe he was just as anxious, but he made me laugh. He made me laugh so hard I almost couldn’t go through with our “first time”. S___ managed to make the least smooth condom move ever, unable to detach one and proceeding to spill out a roll of them. Quite enough for a little giggle from me he goes on, laughing about it, telling stories, making my anxiety give way to fits of the giggles. It’s our big joke. He almost didn’t get some because he was to funny.
Laughter is a sexy thing though, as everyone knows, and we were able to keep in our giggles as we got back into the mood we had started.
Since that first time we have had fantastic sex of every different kind. I never tire of our lives together. He still makes me laugh. He still stretches my imagination and gives me no reason for anxiety. He makes me feel beautiful, and sexy, and funny, and amazing in every way.
I love that all of this started with laughter, and that it continues to play a part.
Sex and love can be seperate. It is possible without doubt. With me though, sex has been better with S___ everyday because of the love we have for each other.
Happy Valentines Day baby. I’m glad you made me laugh.
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