Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... could have an Eiffel Tower for a dick or watermelon-sized tits—or both for that matter—and that wouldn’t make you any better or less good for me.”

“But you loved him too. And he loved you back just the same.”

“Yes, we did have that and I’ll never forget it.” A brief moment of hesitation. “And I’m pretty certain I still love him to some degree. Yes, a part of me misses him badly. But I would miss you too. Just like there are things you’ll never be able to give me, there are such things that you have and he did not. Take the power structure between us. Unlike the very mood-dependent dynamics you and I have, he easily dominated me, and for a while, that was good. He was, even in sexual matters, a teacher who taught me so many things."

Jamie stood up and stepped to the stereo to lift the needle from the record and put the vinyl back into its sleeve.

“It was how we worked. He would lash out years' worth of locked-updeviant desires and bottled-up frustration at me. In a very loving way, though. He was clearly a top but I trusted him blindly to respect my well-being and my safe space.”

Jamie squatted to slide the album back onto the shelf between Larry Cornell’s Eleventh House and Amy Winehouse’s B-sides. A finger browsed through records until it halted, satisfied, on Extreme Noise Terror’s Phonophobia. A smile and a wry glance that met with an amused smirk.

“Always with the crass contrasts,” she giggled. “So romantic.”

“Of course,” came the reply shortly before ...

... the chaotic midrange-heavy unpleasantness started grinding its way through their eardrums.

Laura shook her head slowly, taking the last sip of her coffee as her flatmate came back to snuggle into the cocoon again.

“He gave me trust and reason to trust him back. He was the first who made me understand I was desirable and not just a freak. It was an invaluable experience. Both at that age and in my body. After having grown up questioning the legitimization of my existence and learnt that I better not disclose my true self, this was the first time someone loved me because I was who I am.”

Laura welcomed her partner in her arms and played with that brush of short, soft hair bleached platinum blonde.

“The first in many things. He taught me so much.”

A pause for a snuggle and a deep breath.

“So much about myself and about love.”

They kissed.

“And that’s where you come in, my love,” Jamie said, smiling at Laura. “You see,” playing curling her long hair on an index finger, “there are so many factors. We love each other. He and you have complementary hardware as well as complementary desires, needs, and preferences. You have a very empathetic personality which I somewhat missed in him. Yes, he kept making sure I was comfortable and safe at all moments but with you, this is just so much more natural and intuitive. You never ask me because you just know. He could not do without me clearly verbally communicating.”

An audible sigh with slightly more weight than ...