The other night D and I were telling each other sexy stories from our pasts. It's surprising that through the years we haven't heard them all. He told me about the girl he didn't fuck on spring break, even though she all but threw herself onto his cock.What led up to that made me come twice. I told him about the first time I had a boy-induced orgasm. I'm sure I'll tell you about it sometime, too.
Just because we're older and have been together for umpteen years (I'm not really old enough to say umpteen) doesn't mean that we've exhausted our supply of first times. In the last year D and I have had several first times together, and we're looking forward to many, many more.
What's different about our relationship now is that pretty much nothing is off the table as long as it's with each other. Fantasies are lovely, but for the foreseeable future it's only each other. And that's OK. It's even better than OK. It's amazing. Because I know I can bring something to him that may sound crazy and way beyond the line, wherever the line is at the moment, and we'll find a way to go there together.