Notes from the 1st marriage, Part 1

Courtship

In the early days, we had copious amounts of sex. There was, in fact, copious copulation. That is, once she finally gave in. She had been holding out. And then, when it finally happened, I discovered that she was not a virgin. I had so expected that she was, not that that made a difference to me. I didn't have some sort of fetish for untouched women. Even now, I prefer a woman who really knows how to fuck. I just assumed that she was a virgin and I was wrong.

We met in our undergrad, and within a few months, we were fucking like crazy. We screwed everywhere. Those were the days when we would visit my dad, go up to my old room and fuck, sometimes twice. We had sex 11 times in one week (that doesn't seem like so much now, I have to say). But, I remembered the number and I told my friend about it. I remember one night, we had sex 5 times on a water bed. That record stood for me for while: I broke it last year, 16 years later. That's not bad, I say. (Forget what you have heard about men being at their sexual peak at 18: that's a load of crap).

Suddenly, the sex stopped. Really, it slowed down. She was worried that I only wanted sex. That's what she said. I knew it was true, but I couldn't say that I only wanted her pussy. I did like being with her, but I knew I was constantly looking at other woman, thinking about their tits, wanting to see them stripped bare, wanting to lick and fuck them. Even then, I felt obsessed.

I dumped my small collection of porn before moving in with her. There wasn't much: just a few girlie mags, nothing hardcore. But, I remember that I had a fabulous number of wanks looking at the glossy cunts and hard nipples, wishing that I could be part of the photo.