Fucking And Football…What More Do You Need In A Weekend?
Let me take you back in time. A time when we weren’t locked in the house with nothing open and nowhere to go. June 1st 2019, a weekend away, some freedom and time for some fun and of course the Champions League Final. Just a disclaimer, I’m not a Spurs or Liverpool fan.
So you’re not a Spurs or Liverpool fan? So why’s this day important and why are you telling us this story I hear you ask. Well, June 1st 2019, was the last time I had sex. Thanks to lockdown and the restrictions in place I’m now going to hit a year without sex. Yes I know we have only been in lockdown for 8 weeks so far so chances are I might have hit the year anyway without this. However, we will never know, so now i’m blaming the ‘rona! I know we have worse going on but i’m telling this to just try lighten the mood in the current situation.
About 2 months after that we split up. It wasn’t cause the sex was shit. I’m just going to clear that up. I won’t go in to why we ended up splitting up what with this being anonymous. We’d picked somewhere to stay, we knew we were going there to have this fun packed weekend. The ex had packed her bag full of lingerie and toys.
After getting lunch and having a look around town we headed back to the hotel. Now i’ll level with you, i’ve never wrote about sex before like this, so apologises in advance if it sounds shit or vague. The ex went in to the bathroom with her bags and came out in suspenders and lingerie. A nice black set, lacy thong and matching bra. She looked great as she walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the bed. Her long legs in the suspenders, ass looking great in the thong as it had many times before.
If I knew then that this was going to be the last time we had any sexual contact i’d have made sure that it was THE best she’d ever get. Just so she’d always look back on that time and think “it doesn’t get any better than that”. I know it doesn’t work like that though. She would never necessarily think it was THE best she ever ended up having.
Now i’ve never been one to be wham bam thank you ma’am. I take time and try make sure it is as enjoyable as possible. I know what I like and i’ll not be shy about making sure I get it. I’m a fan of lingerie, ladies leave it on, it doesn’t need to come off every single time. I’d told the ex this many times and she knew which would stay on and which would come off.
Foreplay started and we made sure we took our time, kissing, teasing each other and getting each other worked up. Making each other want more and more. I’ve always enjoyed teasing and being teased before sex. I think this is why I always take my time. It makes it better, more passionate and more enjoyable, or at least for me anyway. I know its each to their own though. At this point no matter if I had been a Spurs or Liverpool fan, the Champions League wouldn’t have even entered my head. I could’ve easily missed the final for this. We’d waited an age to get somewhere alone and we were making the best of it without worrying about making too much noise.
Teasing, touching, sex and repeat, numerous times. Soft, gentle, rough and dominant. The late afternoon passed on in to early evening, at times that day I fucked her like I knew it was the last time, neither of us had ever mentioned the relationship ending at that point though.
We’d been together long enough to know what got each other going we didn’t need to ask the other to do something or how to do it we just did it. I always find toys handy and love using them on a woman in the bedroom. It adds to the fun, it adds to the enjoyment, various toys used, all bringing out different reactions when they were used. She’d use them herself and leave me to watch as she got herself off. More touching, more teasing and plenty of sex led to the end of the fun. Her gentle moans and screams let me know she was close to climaxing and she reached a leg shaking climax. Now i’m not just saying that to make myself seem good and this can’t be verified you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Minutes later the results were the same for me. We’d finished I’d had sex and any form of sexual contact from someone other than myself for the last time for at least a year, thanks COVID. We got under the covers and cuddled, an intimate moment of just holding each other.
She got up and put on some clothes, I picked up my phone and logged on to YouTube to get ready to watch the final that kicked off shortly after. The final was shit, not like the sex. It wasn’t even like my mind was focused on the football. I was busy thinking about what we’d just done and if we’d repeat it later that night or the next morning.
We stood in the local shop at half time I looked at her and thought “thats what sex should be like, enjoyable, fun and just care free with how you both want it to be.” We got back to the room I watched the rest of the football eating shit local convenience shop food with the same level of disappointment my current sex life is filled with. In those couple of hours of just pure excitement, lust, joy and fun, life was forgotten, worries of every day gone and everything was perfect.
She fell asleep shortly after the football. I wasn’t as disappointed in that as I was the football and the shit food but I was disappointed I was ready for more.
2 month later and I was single, relatively happy and certain that when we agreed to break up it was the right choice. It was the right choice but did I expect to go a year without anything, no. Would I change anything I’ve done, yeah I guess I would do looking back as I know things now. However, that’s a change of what i’d have done since we split up and don’t involve her. That ships sailed and once an ex is an ex I believe that’s how they should stay. However these are stories for a different blog and podcast on a different day.
Paddy
