Here’s the deal, my friends.  Before I moved, I used to get kind of sweetly sad thinking about how even though it was going to be fantastic to get laid on a regular basis once we were finally together, nothing would probably compare to those first moments after we’d spent months apart.  And it’s true that once in a while, I miss that all-consuming desperation—the tearing at each others’ clothes as soon as we shut the door.  But here’s the deal.  I didn’t bank on how much better it could be once we became more familiar with each other.  Once we didn’t have the clock ticking over our shoulder… four days left together, get over here and fuck me again… two days till I leave, let’s stay in bed all day… I fly out in the morning and my pussy and throat aren’t numb yet, let’s stay up all night… that was fun in its own way, but I didn’t realize we were missing out on a different side of things.

Long story short (too late), I had mind-blowing orgasms last night, Tumblr.  There are a couple of other reasons why, but I’ll write about those later.  For now, just know that familiarity and easy access don’t have to breed mediocre, vanilla sex. I honestly didn’t think sex could get this much better over time—and I really didn’t think it could get any better at all, given how high a bar we set from the beginning.  I am, for once, more than happy to admit that I was wrong.

(via dociledarling)