posted by sooyup
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Well, we did it. Or to be more accurate, we didn’t do it. Last week, Emma and I resolved that, once in a while, kissing and caressing would be an end in itself, not simply the prelude to something else. Definitely without a fucking pay-off! Like every happily married couple, of course, we are always kissing in a light-hearted way, especially if we’ve been apart for more than thirty minutes or so. And I frequently enjoy a brief and playful grope. But our resolution was predicated on the sort of prolonged necking and fondling sessions we enjoyed when Emma was in her teens. And yes, I know this sounds like an exercise devised by a marriage-guidance counsellor or a sex-therapist to rejuvenate a jaded relationship. If so, it’s one which has worked. Without realising it, I must have become blasé about the feel of Emma’s tits. An hour on the couch with the lights dimmed, the television off, and soft music playing in the background, and I became as tit-fixated as ever. Of course, it was exquisitely frustrating - just like it used to be. I had quite forgotten the thrill and relief of coming surreptitiously, and wondered if that was cheating.
Well, we did it. Or to be more accurate, we didn’t do it. Last week, Emma and I resolved that, once in a while, kissing and caressing would be an end in itself, not simply the prelude to something else. Definitely without a fucking pay-off! Like every happily married couple, of course, we are always kissing in a light-hearted way, especially if we’ve been apart for more than thirty minutes or so. And I frequently enjoy a brief and playful grope. But our resolution was predicated on the sort of prolonged necking and fondling sessions we enjoyed when Emma was in her teens. And yes, I know this sounds like an exercise devised by a marriage-guidance counsellor or a sex-therapist to rejuvenate a jaded relationship. If so, it’s one which has worked. Without realising it, I must have become blasé about the feel of Emma’s tits. An hour on the couch with the lights dimmed, the television off, and soft music playing in the background, and I became as tit-fixated as ever. Of course, it was exquisitely frustrating - just like it used to be. I had quite forgotten the thrill and relief of coming surreptitiously, and wondered if that was cheating.
