I understand your background. Guilt instilled in the early years is great -- Jewish guilt ... Catholic guilt ... I think every religion and culture has its own form of guilt instilled from a young age as "Nice girls don't _____) Overcoming such training is difficult and, yes, the feelings linger into adulthood. You need to put those feelings aside as best you can and indulge in what you enjoy. Don't worry about what anyone else might think.
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Reflecting on those initial experiences now, I can still vividly recall the overwhelming mix of sensations. One memory in particular stands out: I was lying beneath another man, our eyes were glued to the scene, wide with both anticipation and a raw, primal excitement that mirrored my own. His expression was a blend of awe, love, and an intoxicating arousal that seemed to radiate from him. He looked at me with a blend of deep love, desire and lust that I’ve seen rarely from anyone.
As my lover’s movements quickened, I could feel the tension building inside me. The sight of my husband’s face heightened my pleasure as I looked deep into his eyes and held my breath. In that moment, I realized how deep our connection truly ran. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about trust, exploration, and an intimate bond that had grown far stronger through this shared experience.
The climactic moment arrived with an intensity that left me breathless. My lover’s thrusts became more erratic, and I felt the familiar, undeniable warmth of his release filling me. The guttural groan he let out was matched by a soft gasp from my husband. I looked over at him, our eyes locking in a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy. I could see only his love for me, the deep care and safety you can feel from a partner that you know loves you unconditionally. Further, the joy it brought me seeing his arousal at the sight, and the deep sense of satisfaction this brought him. I did a good job.
As my lover pulled out, I felt his cum starting to trickle out of me, a tangible reminder of what had just transpired. My husband moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he tasted the remnants of another man’s pleasure. There was no embarrassment, only an immense turn-on for both of us. I touched myself and pulled my cum covered finger to my husband’s mouth, his acceptance of my fingers into his mouth signified acceptance, approval and sub to me and my sexual needs.
Reflecting on those initial experiences now, I can still vividly recall the overwhelming mix of sensations. One memory in particular stands out: I was lying beneath another man, our eyes were glued to the scene, wide with both anticipation and a raw, primal excitement that mirrored my own. His expression was a blend of awe, love, and an intoxicating arousal that seemed to radiate from him. He looked at me with a blend of deep love, desire and lust that I’ve seen rarely from anyone.
As my lover’s movements quickened, I could feel the tension building inside me. The sight of my husband’s face heightened my pleasure as I looked deep into his eyes and held my breath. In that moment, I realized how deep our connection truly ran. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about trust, exploration, and an intimate bond that had grown far stronger through this shared experience.
The climactic moment arrived with an intensity that left me breathless. My lover’s thrusts became more erratic, and I felt the familiar, undeniable warmth of his release filling me. The guttural groan he let out was matched by a soft gasp from my husband. I looked over at him, our eyes locking in a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy. I could see only his love for me, the deep care and safety you can feel from a partner that you know loves you unconditionally. Further, the joy it brought me seeing his arousal at the sight, and the deep sense of satisfaction this brought him. I did a good job.
As my lover pulled out, I felt his cum starting to trickle out of me, a tangible reminder of what had just transpired. My husband moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he tasted the remnants of another man’s pleasure. There was no embarrassment, only an immense turn-on for both of us. I touched myself and pulled my cum covered finger to my husband’s mouth, his acceptance of my fingers into his mouth signified acceptance, approval and sub to me and my sexual needs.
Such a good description! I especially like the ending, "There was no embarrassment, only an immense turn-on for both of us. I touched myself and pulled my cum covered finger to my husband’s mouth, his acceptance of my fingers into his mouth signified acceptance, approval and sub to me and my sexual needs." Each person now knows his or her place in the relationship.!
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Since we have a bit of a lull in this discussion I will introduce a new topic.
Many of you remember the old college dorm setups with single-sex dorms and restrictions on visits. I'm happy to say that things are so much different now. Our university no long has old-style dorms, having replaced them with apartments. Students have no restrictions on visitation, so they are free to ...... wherever they wish.
The residential neighborhood where I live also has several of another option: private homes that are rented to usually 3-5 students, depending on the size of the house. We have four such houses just in a couple of blocks on our street. Each has one or two male students and the rest female, making for a good mix. On weekends we often see numerous vehicles parked outside of one house or another, indicating a party.
Since we have a bit of a lull in this discussion I will introduce a new topic.
Many of you remember the old college dorm setups with single-sex dorms and restrictions on visits. I'm happy to say that things are so much different now. Our university no long has old-style dorms, having replaced them with apartments. Students have no restrictions on visitation, so they are free to ...... wherever they wish.
The residential neighborhood where I live also has several of another option: private homes that are rented to usually 3-5 students, depending on the size of the house. We have four such houses just in a couple of blocks on our street. Each has one or two male students and the rest female, making for a good mix. On weekends we often see numerous vehicles parked outside of one house or another, indicating a party.
Hey Amy,
Fellow professional here, I share your interest in the psychology of sexuality, particularly the bits that are relevant to my own relationship!
I'd love to chat further.
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