Dave was used to her cancelling plans at this point, and didn’t bat an eye when she told him she needed to stay in. When she climbed in the tub Dave was busy ordering take out and, based on the sounds coming through the bathroom door Abigail assumed he was cleaning up the house. Enough crying, Abigail thought. She had a night alone with her husband, and she was going to enjoy it. This disease may have stolen her energy, her stamina, and much of her youth, but it hasn’t destroyed her completely.
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A couple of months ago, I wrote an article on my Fetlife page titled “Dear Men, about those unsolicited Dick Pics.” Some of the quotes from what I intended to be a humorous article included, “When in the hell are you going to take the hint, instructions, request, warning, simply asking to not posting your unsolicited Dick Pics on fetlife? Furthermore, when are you going to stop sending unsolicited messages to women assuming that your dick pic will change their opinion of you, especially when that opinion is their first??
Unless you’re totally inexperienced yet trigger happy and decide that smashing your face into someone else’s is the sexiest way to kiss. Yayy!! Who doesn’t love the wild girl with a busted lip look?! Of course, this happened to me, and I had to keep explaining to everyone at Secrets what happened. But she was hot, new, and younger than me with an innocence I couldn’t resist. Never got to see her naked though. Bummer.
Half a year ago or so, I reached that dreaded milestone that are the 40’s. I haven’t turned into a hag, but I have to admit I don’t like most of the changes I see on my body -back pains, wrinkles and sunspots, plus a generalised impatience whenever I am far away from bed after midnight. Nonetheless, there is one upside to growing older: sex gets better.
Photo by olezzo on Adobe Stock I’ve carried the shame I felt as a young person about my romantic and sexual urges for women around for too long.…
My husband embraces every part of my sexuality. I love sex; every part of it; every type. I love slow, passionate, deep-kissing lovemaking, and I love grabbing, screaming, panting, down and dirty freak-sessions. I am a sexual being. I enjoy dressing as a sexy-professional and hiding scandalous lingerie under my pencil skirts.
An article in a swingers magazine about dating your own partner may sound like an oxymoron. But it is not. The lifestyle couples that we know have a strong bond between them and trust each other solidly. And believe it or not, most, date each other regularly.
We live in a part of the country where people have no tolerance for swingers. It is a religious area and we were brought up to understand that sex is strictly between a husband and a wife. Without the internet, we would never have had access to other swingers simply because there are no clubs for hundreds of miles.
The two of us pretty much do our own thing. No secrets is our only rule. We tried traditional swinging and such but it wasn’t for us. I am not a fan of swing clubs or hotel takeovers because of the predictability. Everyone knows the routine and I prefer spontaneity.
Every person in the lifestyle would like to have a healthy self image but for some, it can be a real struggle. For these individuals, the issue is about more than an extra five pounds or a breakout the day of an event. The types of individuals I am talking about have more serious conditions which makes removing their clothing a whole different ballgame.
