A friend sent this to me. Very fitting for this blog. Uncovered: 17 Married People Disclose How Often They Really Have Sex | Thought Catalog http://thoughtcatalog.com/erin-cossetta/2013/12/uncovered-married-people-disclosed-how-often-they-really-have-sex/
The divorce is over.Stacy and I are moving forward, monogamously.
I wrap her wrists a few times around and slide the clasp down snug, but not too tight. Lifting her hands over her head I quickly tie them to the headboard.
Her eyes tracking my every move.
We’ve known each other a full year now. The vibe is FWB. Hooking up once a month or so, we know each other’s hot buttons.
A year ago I wrote him a scathing email. It was during one of our angrier exchanges when Matt told me for the umpteenth time that he was going to give his marriage “one last shot.”
I tried not to ask when he was planning on finally telling her, but inside I was anxious for things to get moving.
I wondered why she got to go on trips, taken out to nice dinners, and be his spouse while I was the one dealing with his insomnia and panic attacks.
Of all of the things I regret most about my two years with Matt, it’s that I didn’t get up in the middle of that conversation, get in my car and drive away.
The second time I saw Matt, he asked me to get myself off in front of him. Curling his body next to mine, he started to whisper things in my ear.
The door to my room is ajar in preparation for her arrival. She enters and when I look up, it takes my brain a second to register how much I adore that face. Then the perma-smile forms. I can’t remove it if I wanted.
I don’t know if there’s a term for a semi-pro blind double date, but I definitely experienced one this weekend.
Lots of moments like that together. Lots of badly needed phenomenal hours-long infinite-orgasm sex. Lots of beautiful looks from her – I have at least 10 different personalities of her face in my head – just now she looked at me with #9, one of my favorites. We’re in our own world.