Anastasia, 31
Ricky and I have been together for 12 years and married for three. I still remember our first time—it was amazing. I actually thought, How is this our first time? Because in my experience, first times were usually a little awkward. But with Ricky, it was fun, pleasurable, and instantly comfortable. He seemed so confident that I assumed he was really experienced. Turns out, he wasn’t—he just knew what he was doing.
We’d only known each other for less than a week, but it was some of the best sex I’d ever had. I don’t think size matters when it comes to skill, but Ricky has a really nice penis. And he went down on me that first time, which was rare for me.
There was one weekend where we had sex eight times in a single day—we still joke about it as our “dirty weekend.” These days, we might go eight days between sessions, but I’m just as happy. When you’re with someone new, it’s wild and exciting, but over time, you settle into comfort. I’ve never once thought, I wish we were having more sex. Sometimes I wonder if we should be, but that’s more about societal pressure than anything else.
Now, we might only have sex once every couple of weeks, but when we do, it’s intense—lasting an hour or more, completely focused on each other. We’ve developed a routine that works for us.
I need some emotional connection before sex, even if it’s just watching TV together. I like to shower and feel prepared, whereas Ricky is always ready to go. Life gets busy—we live together but sometimes go days without really talking. So for me, that emotional intimacy is key before getting physical.
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Ricky, 33
Before Anastasia, my relationship with sex was pretty much nonexistent. I was a late bloomer—I didn’t lose my virginity until university, but I thought about it constantly. They say wanting something too badly makes it harder to get, and that was definitely me.
Then I met Anastasia, and everything changed. I wasn’t just falling in love with her—I was falling in love with sex itself. That first time together was electric. I faked confidence, but really, I was just lucky it worked out so well.
We had this one insane weekend where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other—eight times in a day. Now, sex is less frequent but just as meaningful. Life gets in the way, but when we do connect, it’s all-consuming.
I’m always up for it, no prep needed, but Anastasia likes to ease into it emotionally. And that’s fine—we’ve found our rhythm. Even after all these years, I still feel that same spark.Our website uses cookies, online ads, and content funded by external partners. For details, see our Privacy Policy. We also use Google reCaptcha for security, which follows Google’s Privacy Policy and Terms of Service.
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That period of my life was full of self-discovery, and my early sexual experiences turned out to be really positive. I’m fairly certain the woman I lost my virginity to had no idea it was my first time. Then, unexpectedly, I met someone I was falling for—it felt grown-up and meaningful. It was amazing that my first regular sexual partner became my lifelong one. I wasn’t just falling in love with Anastasia; I was falling in love with sex itself. Now, I can’t imagine being with anyone else—having sex with someone I deeply love is everything.
Even though I’m happy with how often we’re intimate, I think we’d both enjoy it more if we did it more frequently. When we first got together, she praised our first night—I made her climax, went down on her, and overall, it was great.
Twelve years later, our sex life hasn’t lost its spark. We never rush through it; it always feels incredible. Over time, you learn each other’s preferences so well.
I’ll admit, I can be a little impatient sometimes. Anastasia likes setting the mood beforehand, and if we skip that step, we might start but then lose the rhythm.
Even though I’m satisfied with how often we have sex, I think more would make us even happier. Sometimes she’ll suggest it, and at first, I might casually agree—but within seconds, I’m thinking, This is amazing. Why don’t I do this every day? How do I ever talk myself out of wanting this twice a day?
