My ex and I were very in love at one point, before I caught him entertaining another woman.
I remember him crying and throwing shit, begging me to stay while I packed up the few things I had at his apartment. I watched that man break down that day, it was the most empowering feeling.
Our sex was amazing… extremely passionate but it didn’t start out that way. Initially, it was almost vanilla. We were attracted to each other, so there was a lot of kissing and touching but we weren’t necessarily freaky with each other.
Over time, I found out he had a bunch of kinks that he was ashamed of, and with me he was finally able to be himself without worrying about being judged.