Does anyone else ever get depressed after having phenomenal, off the charts, brain-melting sex?
So yeah. I had some amazeballz sex on Saturday with this guy inquire like. He’s younger, bangin’ bod, looks like a 70’s porn star, etc. and he’s nice.
And we’re a match from a sexual energy and taste perspective. Like puzzle pieces. Everything just… works. It works like three times— in succession. To quote John Mayer, it’s like sexual napalm.
The thing is though- he already has a partner. They’re fully open, but… yeah. it kind of sucks.
Because I quite like this one. And it’ll never really go anywhere other than occasional fantastic fuck sessions.
Hence the depression- despite all the endorphins.
Wonder If they’d be open to a troika