Now...I know I'm describing it grossly but I'm not going to say I got no physical pleasure out of sex with him. I can orgasm fairly predictably and you know the saying, sex is like pizza: when its good it's incredible and when it's bad it's still pretty good. But there was no emotional connection, like the kind a person gets when they are intimate with someone they respect and admire.
Anyway, it was over and be turned to me and said, "I want you to know that was the best sex of my life."
I tried to demur with a little laugh and a "Mmm, yeah, everything was really nice for me, too." But that wasn't good enough.
He he sat up and gave me a searching look, then flopped back down on his pillow. "Really nice? Best of my life and she says 'really nice?' Wow, I have some high expectations to live up to!" He was saying it in a joking manner, but he was still saying those words and I just tried to kind of nicely laugh and mellow over the situation. But he quickly cheered himself up with, "Don't worry sweetheart, I just need to take the time to figure out what makes you tick. And I am a verrry generous lover." I wasn't, umm, seeing that yet but after a little chilling we went to the concert.
