Whenever he and I were single (from other relationships outside from each other) or in a relationship (with each other), we’ve always LOVED spending New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day together because all we do is eat, drink and have as much sex as possible. Years ago, we decided try to break the previous year’s record of how many times we had sex and we were usually successful at beating the record. Now it’s an unofficial “tradition”.
I got to his place 3 hours ago. Since then, we’ve had 4 bottles of wine and sex 8 times already (with him finishing in me each time) - we’ve gone through 2 bottles of lube. We won’t stop until late tomorrow evening.
This is the only time of the year that I don’t care about his penis being too big for my apex nor do I care that I’ll be incredibly sore for the next week or more.
It’s time for me to sign off for now as he’s fucking me from behind…our favorite position as he can stretch out my apex with some force.
