So I was on the way back from bringing my gf to the airport. I, her bf, sent her off to a well overdo well deserved vacation. I wasn’t able to go because of work. Not the first time. That’s life.
We’ve been together for a long time. Couldn’t be more in love. Everyday is better then the last. We both knew from the start that we were extremely sexual, and very open. Our relationship got even better when we both, together, started to explore outside of our own bedroom. Both of us are bi. Nothing is off the table. Anything goes. If she or I has a fantasy we say it. Then immediately start planning it. It’s the most fun. We couldn’t be more secure and happy.
Obviously we’ve laid out ground rules from the start.
Honesty is huge, of course, with this type of relationship. It’s the focal point.
I knew I was possibly stepping out of bounds, but we’ve always asked each other to push the others boundaries. So I decided to take a leap.
My mind snapped back 2 months prior to both of us finding out about an adult book store that also had gloryholes…woah. Interesting. That’s another story, but we both had an extremely good first experience.