Coming late to the sexual awakening party is brutal. My partner [F] and I [M] are in our forties and from similar backgrounds. Repression, first from religion, and then dead bedrooms, messed with our notions of what is good and desirable in bed. But we found each other, and we’re still making serendipitous discoveries. Experiences like this one remind me that there’s always something new to uncover with your partner,no matter how long you’ve been together.
I will start by sharing that we reclaimed our sex lives first with quantity. Nights would start with missionary fucking and end by touching her until she shivered in bliss. Copious amounts of vigorous vanilla intercourse have been our stock-in-trade. It started within hours of meeting each other, and we haven’t let up since.
We’re also perfectly matched in our play. My cock isn’t the longest, so fancy positions can be more trouble than they’re worth, but it fits her like we were made for each other: shy of six inches, cut, thick. She’s a goddess who is small enough to throw around in bed (another spontaneous discovery) with pendulous handfuls of perfect breasts topped by gumdrop nipples. And her pussy is almost dainty: vanishing lips and a tiny clit that is sensitive and suckable.