Twenty years is the age difference between my current guy and I. We fuck like mad, though. I’ve had a whole lot of sex, but he’s by far the most intense, most satisfying so far. It’s rough and gentle and beautiful. He holds me close and pulls my hair. I tell him I love him, but once I dragged my nails so hard and deep across his chest, I drew blood. I licked his wounds, tasted his blood. A few nights ago, I rode him like the world was ending. Afterward, he said, “I didn’t think there were any surprises left for me, but you blew my mind. I have never been fucked like that in my life.” And he never will be, by anyone else. We fuck each other stupid, silly, beautiful. Roughly, gently, patiently, eagerly.