My partner and I had an argument last week and it left us both with hurt feelings. We had talked things out and decided to spend some time together to heal any hurt. I can’t express enough how wonderful it was to just lay there with him, curled up in his arms, listening to music and watching episodes of a tv show. I felt so…content. I would’ve felt content even if we didn’t end up having sex. I felt so at peace, just satisfied I guess. That’s the only way I can describe it. Like the world outside melted away, leaving just us, in that moment. Is that corny? I’m sorry. I’d never had sex with someone who loved me before him. It’s new to me. And I do feel so loved, so cared for. It’s wonderful. We were just close, and then we kissed, and it’s like there were invisible strings that pulled me closer to him, because then I couldn’t stop, and all I wanted was him. All of him. It was like I felt this energy, or passion pulling us together, like he felt it too and we shared it. Man, I don’t even know if I believe in that stuff, but that’s the only way I can describe it. It wasn’t necessarily the most impressive amazing sex in the world from a purely physical viewpoint, but it didn’t have to be. It was just slow, and intimate, and passionate, and loving. And that to me is far superior to even the most incredible sex physically, without feelings. It was wonderful. I really am in love with him, and it’s exciting, amazing, terrifying… I’ve been hurt in the past; I’ve been hurt a lot. I don’t want to get too attached. But my mother keeps telling me: “Appreciate the now, and spend time with him. Don’t worry about the future, just enjoy the time you have together.” And maybe that’s what I need to remember.
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r/sex My partner and I had an argument last week and it left us both with hurt feelings. We had talked things out and decided to spend some time together to heal any hurt. I can’t express enough how wonderful it was to just lay there with him, curled up in his arms, listening to music and watching episodes of a tv show. I felt so…content. I would’ve felt content even if we didn’t end up having sex. I felt so at peace, just satisfied I guess. That’s the only way I can describe it. Like the world outside melted away, leaving just us, in that moment. Is that corny? I’m sorry. I’d never had sex with someone who loved me before him. It’s new to me. And I do feel so loved, so cared for. It’s wonderful. We were just close, and then we kissed, and it’s like there were invisible strings that pulled me closer to him, because then I couldn’t stop, and all I wanted was him. All of him. It was like I felt this energy, or passion pulling us together, like he felt it too and we shared it. Man, I don’t even know if I believe in that stuff, but that’s the only way I can describe it. It wasn’t necessarily the most impressive amazing sex in the world from a purely physical viewpoint, but it didn’t have to be. It was just slow, and intimate, and passionate, and loving. And that to me is far superior to even the most incredible sex physically, without feelings. It was wonderful. I really am in love with him, and it’s exciting, amazing, terrifying… I’ve been hurt in the past; I’ve been hurt a lot. I don’t want to get too attached. But my mother keeps telling me: “Appreciate the now, and spend time with him. Don’t worry about the future, just enjoy the time you have together.” And maybe that’s what I need to remember. submitted by /u/ChemicalAngle5099 [link] [comments]
My partner and I had an argument last week and it left us both with hurt feelings. We had talked things out and decided to spend some time together to heal any hurt. I can’t express enough how wonderful it was to just lay there with him, curled up in his arms, listening to music and watching episodes of a tv show. I felt so…content. I would’ve felt content even if we didn’t end up having sex. I felt so at peace, just satisfied I guess. That’s the only way I can describe it. Like the world outside melted away, leaving just us, in that moment. Is that corny? I’m sorry. I’d never had sex with someone who loved me before him. It’s new to me. And I do feel so loved, so cared for. It’s wonderful. We were just close, and then we kissed, and it’s like there were invisible strings that pulled me closer to him, because then I couldn’t stop, and all I wanted was him. All of him. It was like I felt this energy, or passion pulling us together, like he felt it too and we shared it. Man, I don’t even know if I believe in that stuff, but that’s the only way I can describe it. It wasn’t necessarily the most impressive amazing sex in the world from a purely physical viewpoint, but it didn’t have to be. It was just slow, and intimate, and passionate, and loving. And that to me is far superior to even the most incredible sex physically, without feelings. It was wonderful. I really am in love with him, and it’s exciting, amazing, terrifying… I’ve been hurt in the past; I’ve been hurt a lot. I don’t want to get too attached. But my mother keeps telling me: “Appreciate the now, and spend time with him. Don’t worry about the future, just enjoy the time you have together.” And maybe that’s what I need to remember.
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