The Taste of Brandy...

The taste of brandy on my lovers lips sends shivers down my spin. The sweet smell of alcohol on his breath, makes mine catch in my chest. I wouldn't say mine is a great lover, not yet anyways. And why would I want him to be, not by now anyways. Almost a year married I would tire easily if I thought it had reached the peak of his prowess.

We talked recently, about our sex life, well about the lack there of, of a sex life. I must be among the few women on earth who have an avid need and desire for the activity, my poor husband's desires pale in comparison and I think my constant desire scares 'Bert' (yes I named it) into submission.

I never thought seriously that perhaps he found me unattractive but I did of course ask. It's taken me several months to discover that its a lack of understanding and experience of woman's body has made him doubt and fear the most natural thing in the world.

It's strange to say that although he lost his virginity over 10 years ago he really doesn't know what he is doing. I do remember with utter pleasure the first few nights we spent together and I think surely I would have noticed then his lack of experience? I've come to the conclusion that the first flushes of passion and the exhilaration of a new lover blinds us slightly to their actual capabilities and its only since our wedding has passed and 'things' have settled down that I have turned our attention to our sex life.

I know great sex exists. I know that anyone can be thought or shown or guided, once they are willing. I did it before. 5 Years I spent working on an Ex.. to say he was almost honed to perfection... but alas he dumped me and my only consolation is that perhaps his new lady doesn't quite have the same sexual desires or wants as me and his finely tuned skills will be wasted!

4 days ago I turned to 'Mr Darcy' and said; darling please we need to do something before I cave... and he explained that his fear of being unsure/ unable to satisfy me meant he couldn't even bring himself to try... kissing his forehead, I lit some candles, turned down the lights and guided him around my body. Hours we spent, enjoying ourselves... relaxed, tense, silly and teasing... each day has brought with it a new confidence in him... a cheekiness to his daring and a great love between us because we are now starting to communicate on an entirely new level.