Not that the sex was ever bad. It wasn’t. I mean, it got as routine and predictable as any other couple’s sex life can get when you have been together with someone for more than a decade. I knew all his moves and he knew mine. But they were good moves. Like going to your favorite diner where you know the menu front and back, but you like everything that is served.
Don’t read this with that look on your face. I know what you are thinking. You think he was faking it the whole time. He was lying there with a hard on just to be polite while he was really thinking about George Clooney. Okay, so we were both fantasizing about George Clooney, but that is not the point. It really was pretty okay sex. In another post, I will have to write about what it is like being made to as a person instead of as a woman. There is a difference I hope no straight woman has to learn.
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