Added: Laurie Marro - Date: 25.09.2021 02:55 - Views: 16554 - Clicks: 7011
I was 26 and a week away from marrying John. I was more worried about being an unmarried mum than dying of flu when it hit our village after the war. My father had done up a tiny cottage for us on his farm and both sets of parents gave us furniture. We went over with big bags of linen and pots and pans to make sure that everything was ready for moving in after our wedding. We were making up our double bed and we fell on each other. It was such a glorious feeling I was nearly crying and so was John — it was the first time for both of us.
Our marriage was falling apart and my wife had an affair.
Then we went to see a comedy one night and laughed so much we were crying and we walked home with our arms round each other, talking about our favourite comedies. We got into the house and it was dark and she went to put the kettle on and I just grabbed her and we made love on the kitchen floor and it was like everything worked again. Sex never meant that much to me. Then I had a few years just concentrating on my career and friends but when I met Janie at a wedding I was completely swept off my feet.
I was 16 and at a festival.
The first couple of nights had been too much of everything and I was recovering from a blinding hangover when I met Magda. She was a few years older than me and I forgot about my friends and spent the day with her before dragging her back to meet them. Five years ago, my best friend had had enough and yelled at me to get a grip and get sorted. I was so stunned I obeyed her, losing three stones and taking up jogging in a big way. We were pitching our tent in sand dunes in a brief spell of no rain and I was wittering about how beautiful it was with the sun shining when there was a crack of thunder and the heavens opened.
She started laughing, stripped off her clothes and boots, threw them into the tent and stood there naked with the rain bouncing off her. All my friends at university knew I was gay and I was madly promiscuous but always felt so guilty.
I was in my late 30s before I finally told my parents and they were amazing, totally accepting. It was like having my whole life smoothed out.
Sex was always a performance to me. Until I slept with him. Do what you like. To be the hot story they told their friends and the memory they recall when they are alone. At first, his words sounded like just a sweet, gentlemanly gesture deed to make me comfortable. I could be me. Just me. Intimate, imperfect and genuinely present with him. The anticipation would have me grinning on the flight home, and the long drive back up north from Heathrow would give us time to debrief on our months apart and get to know each other again, almost like it was the first time.
Twenty years ago we were at a church camp in the US and spent our last night with another minister and his wife. Apparently she never drank but we had two bottles of wine between us and she got really amorous with him in front of us and they stripped off and had sex, so we did the same. They are the sexual encounters that linger long after the event, the memorable moments of joy when you suddenly see what all the fuss is about — Sweet sexual encounter here 10 people share their bliss.
Illustration: Olimpia Zagnoli. Sat 23 Jul Margaret Hunter, 88 I was 26 and a week away from marrying John. Gary Roberts, 42 Our marriage was falling apart and my wife had an affair. Kate Murray, 41 Sex never meant that much to me. Kevin Barker, 29 I was 16 and at a festival.
Lorrae Bradbury, 26 Sex was always a performance to me. As told to Joan McFadden. Topics Family Sex Relationships interviews. Reuse this content.Sweet sexual encounter here
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