I've been thinking about relationships and where sex fits into a relationship once said relationship becomes not sex based.
Not like how much you should have or whatever.
About how you should have it and whether it's a useful tool in a relationship.
Like duct tape.

And what I've kind of decided is that sex is kind of like cream, it can make deacent coffee pretty good, and really good coffee is great with it, but with neither is it essencial, but with bad coffee sometimes it's the only thing that can make it palatable.

We're in the pretty deacesnt coffee section, margining on great. We don't use sex to keep us together, but it does really soothe over some of the annoyances we have with each other, the miscommunications and imagined inadequecies. Makes me feel extra loved.

That and he pulled out the lube last night and we had some nice comfortable anal fun. Still kinda in the first stages, but I think he's getting more comfortable with it. He's been using his fingers on me for a while now, but this time he handed me the lube and let me have a little fun with him too, which I wasn't sure was ever going to happen, but had kinda been hoping for because... I'm not sure why, I guess I just figure I really enjoy having things up my ass, why shouldn't he at least try.

Also, he made me wait a very, very long time before he let me have my much loved vaginal penetration ("make love to me" he hoarsly offered when he deamed the time was right) at which point I was pretty much just ready to explode. Which can be really nice, very intense and kind of violent.

This morning a change of pace was called for and we had a nice quick hard fuck with only a very little bit of forplay (mostly me masturbating for a couple of minutes and grinding up against his side). Which was nice because it's just a really nice way to start your day... at noon.