“The other people I want to have sex with, it’s based on ignorance. I don’t know what I would find if I entered that territory. When I want to have sex with you, I know what I’m asking for. I want you–I love you.” I was talking to my spouse–we were in bed. “Wanting to
I’m having a repetitive fantasy about handing off my spouse. It’s a variation on previous fantasy about the trusted friend. My spouse and the friend are finally going to start having sex, and I want to be part of the processes. I ask if I can show our friend my spouse’s body before they have
“Can I tell you what I’m thinking about?” I asked my spouse. I was having a fantasy about being watched. “Yes,” he said. We were in bed having sex–not our usual bed at home, but at a rental place. My spouse was spooning me and touching my breasts. His big dick was poking onto my
“Do you want to come before you go? Can I tell you a story to help? Can I tell you a story about mermaids?” I asked my spouse. He was about to go out for the night. I was sitting on the bed as he stood by the bed. His pants were unfastened, and his
Last time I had sex with my spouse, a group sex witch fantasy spun out of my head, without my wishing it to. Pretty amazing and appropriate for Halloween. Tis the season. witch fantasy You know how stories don’t always start at the beginning. This witch fantasy starts with my spouse tied onto a huge
I had a sex dream–I was doing it with my spouse. He was fucking me. The dream was energetic and erotic. But I only remember a small part. I wanted to be fucked harshly and told my spouse, “Stuff my hole.” Usually my sex dreams are complicated, confusing, and only partly hot. There’s a painful
I had a fantasy about us meeting at a carnival. Makes sense, dear spouse–carnival is for the flesh. The fun before the asceticism of Lent. I’ve never been Catholic, and neither have you. But debauchery is inside all of us. I love you, and I would love you also if you worked for a carnival.
“Can I lick your fingers like they’re little clits?” I asked my spouse. We were having sex, and he was standing by the bed. “Yes,” he said. I’d been kissing his hands, but I started to lick his fingers, that last finger segment, pretending they were little clits. Felt erotic and lovely. “Mmm!’ I said.
Lately I’ve had trouble trusting my body, which causes me anxiety. Anxiety is so much work. I’d love to free up energy by finding ways to know and love myself, and to believe I’m ok and will live a long life. I woke up in the night to pee, and as I was lying in
We were lying in bed naked, and I wanted to have sex. But I’ve been moody, stressed, sad. Sex seemed like work. I knew once I got horny, I would be happy. But my arousal was low. I tried to flirt. “Is there anything you want?” I asked. “My dick wants to play with you,”