For context, my ex was pretty selfish in bed. Having sex with him was painful for a very long time after I gave birth, to the point that I literally did not have sex when I wanted to because I knew it was going to hurt and I didn’t have time to deal with it. It was basically four years of me laying down and trying not to cry while he fucked me.
Flash forward. He and I broke up. I’m free to fuck whoever I want. I chose to fuck an inexperienced 30-something because I was afraid of catching something (STDs are the worst), and as it turns out, it’s probably the best sex I’ve ever had with a guy, hands down.
You wouldn’t think he’d be so fucking good. He’s balding, wears glasses, kind of timid looking, kind of repressed. And tbh, I know he and I aren’t going to get together romantically because we’re incompatible on a number of levels (I’m a bisexual Neopagan, he’s a Christian whose mother would absolutely hate me). But when the clothes come off and he’s ready for it… He doesn’t become a different person, so to speak, but he is really good at making his meek nature work for him.