or as an old coach of mine used to say, "Perfect practice makes perfect."
Sex takes practice.
I didn't think it could get any better than it was, that first night, all those moons ago. That was thrilling and exhilerating and wonderful. But bodies are wierd, geometry is tangly, things don't always stay where you put them, angles are awkward, and you can't always reach your goal. Sex takes practice. Well, no. Sex is easy. Great sex takes practice.
And practice we do! Every weekend is better than the previous one, and I'm only just now beginning to realize the full extent of the potential here. Damn. I had no idea it could be like this.
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I don't come here to read this sort of smut.
Dave does not say where he does go to read this sort of smut, but I am quite content. I don't even need pictures.
I'm here to say...hot damn for you. Me? After ten years together-still getting better.
I think we might combust soon.
Woot.
Dave: this isn't smut! i didn't even mention how many times I came this weekend or what the Pirate did to get me there. And i didn't use the word "clitoris" once! Next time i'll write some proper smut, hehehe.
Vicus: how very mutual. I don't need pictures of you, either.
Geo: good on ya. but beware of that spontaneous combustion... i understand it is a common result of rubbing a stick too fast.
You're having sex with the pirate? I'm shocked CB, shocked...
Sex with someone you know is always better after a few goes because then it really connects you...
I wish my current famine would come to an end so I can rediscover the joy of sex...
God Hear my prayer and soon the frustation is killing me!
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