by de_Vere
Excellent. 5/5
Back in my younger days, I often tried to make the girls that I dated understand that I don't know how to fuck. But if you let me make love to you, I'll blow your mind and rock your world. My second wife is an example that I often come back to frequently for reference. The second time that I made love to her, we were at my place in my bed. I drove her to such heights that she literally passed out from the last orgasm. She came to a few seconds later, something between 5 and 10. She was totally disoriented. "What the fuck...where am I? Wha....oh! Oh yeah."
In what was probably the biggest faux pas of our 26 years together, I howled with laughter. 😂 I totally lost it. I just couldn't help myself. It was a priceless moment. That was December 1992 and it is permanently burned into my memory. So yeah, I know that there's a distinct difference between fucking and making love. I'm always totally invested emotionally with any girl who shares my bed.