When I was a teenager I kept a little sex journal, it was a little book that had a red silk embroidered cover and felt suitably sexy for the purpose - to a 17 year old at least. I had a blue version of it too that was my angsty teenage poetry mostly about how much I hated life and my parents, one I wrote entirely in Spanish but like…from looking up words in a dictionary not following any grammar or rules of the Spanish language. God, I was an insufferable teenager.
Anyway, I found the sex book a few years ago at my mum’s, immediately removed that from the premises then I think my partner at the time wanted to read it and I’m sure he still has it but I would like it to self combust please, wherever it is.
I don’t remember what any of it said unfortunately as I’m sure it would be excellent #content but there were some that I simply do not remember and would swear to you never happened. Quite the revelation! I had a lot of sex when I was a teenager and don’t think a single time was good. Some was memorable because it was like a first threesome or whatever or finally hooking up with someone I was really into, but good? Absolutely not.
Anyway, I’ve had lots of very exciting casual encounters especially in the last 10 years or so but it’s always the absolute best when it’s with someone you love isn’t it, or at least very close to and comfortable with.
(Will caveat this with you can of course love someone and the sex not be good/not be compatible).
Might recount some later depending on how the rest of the thread pans out but I’m sad to say I have an absolutely terrible memory…and I’m not going first.