The Men I used to Love – Robbie - Life of a Kinky Wife

The Men I used to Love is a series of memoirs about, well, the men I used to love. Each short story will encompass one part of my love life. We might both be suprised how many stories there are.

The First?

Robbie (not his real name) was my first for many things, but he was not my first. My virginity was given to a boy (who I thought was a man because at that age, I didn’t know the difference) at a party, in a dark corner. It was great at the time, all-in-all, but not the mind blowing event I had envisioned. I didn’t love the boy I gave my innocence to (if I ever had any), so I won’t start this series with him. I’ll begin with Robbie.

Robbie – The man I used to Love…

Started as a boy…

Robbie was not the first boy I went out with, but he was the first to make asking me out a big deal. In a small town, where everyone knew everyone else, it was hard to keep secrets, but Robbie instead used this to his advantage plotting with his friends and mine to get us together – of all places- on a payphone (cell phones were bricks back then, only able to function with the help of your car…).

Uncountable people stood about as he asked me out, and while I look back now and wonder how devastating it would have been had I said no, my response was an enthusiastic yes! How could anyone say no to the sweet, and sincere voice on the other line?

Many Firsts

Besides being my first love, Robbie was my first fuck in the backseat of a car, my first sexy camping trip companion, and gave my first finger bang at the movies. Nothing was too taboo with Robbie and therefore, we had an agreement of anything goes.

I was still a teen when we began, unsure of myself and my sexual preferences, but more than willing to explore. A couple years older than me, Robbie had a car, a credit card, and seemingly, his life figured out. He had a sense of adventure, but he was also strictly serious. He was firm, sometimes gentle, but all around the best a girl could have hoped for when learning about herself and her body.

Tall, with large hands, Robbie had long fingers, made for itching hard to reach spots, and curling at the best angles. He had an incessant desire to learn how I would come alive under his charms, and by the end of our 5 years together, he had done a magnificent job of mastering it.

He loved to eat pussy. Like, loved it. It was a daily event, he called it the breakfast of champions. I was also on the menu for lunch and dinner often. If I was really lucky, I was even be a midnight snack.

All good things…

Robbie was also my first heartbreak. Like many of us, Robbie fell into a pattern, of sticking to what works and never trying new things. And for a girl like me, it simply wasn’t enough. Robbie was of course. He had all the makings for a fine man and a wonderful husband. He even asked me to marry him, but tedium is not something I could live a life of, and we went our separate ways.

First Reconciliations

I reconnected with Robbie years later. He would become the first of many I would have a rekindled moment in time with. Very much the same, Robbie’s desire to perform cunninglingus was still at the forefront of his mind. He had even learned a few new tricks, but our time had passed. Although I still hold a special place for Robbie in my heart, and was quite sad to lose him all those years ago, I’m so very thankful.

I’m thankful for those lessons taught and unknowingly found in young love. To not settle, not take what seems best if you want something more, and that double checking if your love has really ended is okay. They say it’s better to have love and lost, than never loved at all, but I think this quote is more apt.