The First Night With My New Lover

One of my goals this year was to have a lover outside my marriage. My wife and I did the work last year and 2025 was time to explore solo.

I was not expecting to find someone so quickly for an ongoing FWB, but when you find the right person to fuck… there’s a magic to it. I’ve been seeing her now for almost 4 months.

I like to write to my experiences as I feel very inspired by them, I have a poetic style I like to write with.

I hope you enjoy, I’ve been working on this for about 2 weeks now, refining it…. Feeling into it.

Last night, was the first chapter.

Not just in location, anticipation,

Lust….

but in presence.

Our first time in her space

and something about that felt…

Different.

New.

Sacred.

Not just being let in to her house

but a part of her.

From the moment I arrived

she was ready,

tuned in.

Not just to me, but to us.

She asked how I was,

how my trip had gone

her care for me,

and then…

we talked

Not just small talk.

Not just preamble.

But relational…

about how we, check in

about clarity

communication

our…. Situation

making space for truth.

We both just… showed up.

As we are.

Present.

Not trying to be more or less of who we are

Just… here.

In that moment

Two people...

choosing to connect,

with care,

with respect….

with truth.

We walked to the shops

Supplies for dinner

as lovers,

It all felt, natural,

easy.

I cooked dinner

she asked questions

she is, wrapped in curiosity.

inquisitive

we talked, laughed.

Then, the meal ended

she led me to her room and she smiled…

she said

now... let’s be serious,

let’s just… be naked.

I smiled.

"Yes" I said

Everything has its place

She undressed…

She put her clothes away

Meticulously…

Skin on skin

her room, her plants…

witnessing us, feeling us.

Our vibrations, our energy...

Our resonance

we touched in rhythm.

We kissed….

we held each other.

we laughed...

we melted into each other.

We moved into the flow of each other

In rhythm,

our rhythm

Her body…

She is… muscle

So different to anything I’ve experienced.

Just…

amazing.

Her soft skin,

her hard edges

a contrast, I traced with my hands.

To feel her

Her curves,

Her shape,

Mapping her in my mind

Feeling her

Appreciating her…

And not just physically, but energetically.

And I felt that,

I… really felt that.

We talked

about lovers

safety

and how to move well with each other.

I was in awe,

I was…. Grasping for words

I knew this moment will change me

Teach me,

Teach me that….

Lovers talk

In the most intimate moments When naked…

Especially when naked

This whole thing

it’s not just about sex

or performance

or chasing a moment.

It’s about staying.

It’s about moving the objective…

From climax,

To being naked…

To being in the real.

Feeling skin

The warmth

The curves

The intimacy

Softly checking in with “is this okay?”

With… safety

I’m Learning that,

It’s okay to say “no”

It’s okay to say “I don’t know… if I like this?”

It’s okay to say “let’s try…. And see how, or... if I like it”

If not the first time,

Then maybe the second or third.

That… I’m open to try

To… re-connect

To… re-learn

To... Re-align my erotic self that I’ve been…

detached from

the kissing began… again

I could feel her intensity.

The depth of her desire.

and… I want to show her my rhythm

That slow kind

the one that builds

like breath

like tide

like trust.

That depth of desire

It flexes when we kiss

It’s New.

Primal.

Not just... sexy, but playful.

Strong…

It makes the makeout into a dance

and the dance into something beautiful.

Later…

she stroked me

spoke to me

conversed with my cock

with spit, joy and attention.

knowing that.... She wanted to

to enjoy this moment for herself

And when things didn’t work that night

when I softened,

she didn’t flinch.

She said,

“It’s okay… we flow with what’s here.”

And we did.

from kissing, to licking, to entering, to.... changing, to talking.

We cuddled.

Shifted.

enjoyed ice cream.

Came back around.

we spooned and called it a night.

2am.

I came alive

She rode me.

Long, deep, wet.

I felt her dripping onto my skin

onto my stomach, a cascade of pleasure

and something inside me

it melted.

4am

She doesn’t often cum.

But that night, in the early hours

I found her with my tongue

tender, soft, smooth.

To truely give her something she didn’t ask for

but trusted me to find.

I listened to her,

to her clit,

to her body,

I Felt her.....

I moved with her.

For her.

We ended in the morning.

With more kisses

more talk

more presense.

Breakfast.

Coffee.

Reflections.

we laugh about how,

right now, we really don't know each other

but yet...

our bodies

our bodies, know each other

our eyes meet,

we smile,

that... smile

that... “is this really real?” smile.

I carried her with me as I left,

feeling her in my thighs,

Her scent on my clothes,

Her sounds playing in my memory.