“I would like to see how in love you are in ten years,” Marilyn said.
Kenny and I were out to dinner with another couple. And we were all over each other. We’re always all over each other. We kiss between sentences. I stroke his bulge underneath the table. I run my fingers through his hair. I rest my head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head and forehead.
He was just back from a trip and the first thing he did when he got home was take me upstairs and ravage me.
“Baby, I want pussy, and I know you want cock, let’s go,” he said.
The man knows how to make me throb. My sexual desire flared instantly. I needed his lips on my tits. His touch on my flesh. I needed to be taken with force.
I followed him up the stairs.
We were in bed talking after two rounds when Marilyn called and invited us to dinner.
Kenny asked if I wanted to go. I was starving from all the fucking and the night was young.
We met Marilyn and Joe for dinner but did not leave our lusting in the bedroom. Kenny’s scent was all over me. His taste, still on my lips. His cum still fresh inside me.
We couldn’t wait to go home and make love some more and we made no secret about it.
Marilyn seemed amused.
She and Joe have been married for thirty-plus years. I’ve never seen them touch. They sleep in separate bedrooms. Marilyn is of the opinion that Kenny and I cannot sustain our passion for each other. She’s of the belief that our flame with die, that all romantic flames die.
“That’s just the way it is,” she said. “Kitten, in a few more years you won’t want to be bothered,”
“I can’t imagine not wanting to be bothered with sex,”
I’ve tried imagining a sexless life and I just can’t.
Kenny and I skipped out on dessert and went back to bed.
I’ve been fucking him for seven years. And we’re only getting better.
The idea that passion cannot be sustained is not new. Men and women use lack of desire for their partner as a reason for infidelity and divorce all the time.
So how do we sustain the magic?
How do we keep the passion burning in our relationships?
I don’t have an answer that’s based on any scientific research.
I think that we sustain it by living boldly. By giving, not just a little bit of ourselves, but our all.
We need to maintain a sexual relationship. By not allowing days to turn into weeks and weeks into months without intimate connection.
We need to stop excuses not to have sex. But deeper than that, we need to figure out what’s behind the excuses. I’ve never been too tired for sex. Never. And I’m a mom, a career woman, and a student.
Don’t stop kissing and touching.
Don’t stop exploring each other.
Be creative and adventurous. Try new things. Get rid of hang-ups.
Keep the lights on. Be comfortable in your skin.
The more I give myself to Kenny, the more I want to give. The more I have to show him. I give him my all. And I take all of him. I fuck shamelessly and without reservation.
I give him permission to explore every facet of me. To taste and indulge in me until he’s limp and useless.
We sustain, I believe by loving, not just a little, but completely and never taking for granted.
Trust completely. Commit completely. Honor. Leave games at the door. Be in it for the right reasons.
And have fun. Have lots and lots of fun.
