Dear monogamy, we need to talk!

My mother once said, “I don’t understand the whole thing about switching sexual partners, a penis is a penis. It feels so different now, god knows, don’t you think honey?”

Most of all, I noticed that I didn’t want to talk to her about penises. And how they feel when they are inside us.

I now only shudder at the memory of it.

I have to get a doner kebab. moment.

Okay, it’s been forty minutes now. I can keep going I already know what my mother meant by her statement. In theory, I also think that sex itself doesn’t feel any different. So the sheer penetration I mean. The bows, of course. It also depends on the chemistry of the birds.

I just realized I’m maneuvering myself into a dead end.

The fact is, Suff-SMS-Sandro and I are monogamous. So no sex with others. Not even with others. Although we would really like to. Sandro really and I maybe just in the main cinema. Hard to say. I am very excited by the thought that there could be a second wife. But imagining her kissing my friend deeply makes me want to scratch the bitch’s eyes already.

Hi, dilemma, go away!

Sandro sees it as relaxed as possible. I understand. It’s about a second wife. Neither of us want a second husband. Or me sometimes. But without Sandro. And only in my head. Probably. In any case, I sometimes miss the shameless excitement just before the first kiss. And Sandro misses that too.

We both think we have a lot of love to give anyway. We’re also extremely excited, which means we fall in love with someone else at least three or four times when we go out. We can always talk about it, even show ourselves the objects of our desire. In fact: I know which one he flies to, he knows which guys do it to me.

We still live monogamously.

Because the heart. mainly mine. But his too. Sandro says proposing me with someone else is worse than wanting something else again.

And we’ve only been officially together for almost a year.

WTF, literally, are we doing in ten, two, three?

And who ever came up with the idea that monogamy is romantic, important and right? And why is it so hard to break through this, when you can talk about it so well that you actually want to?

Yo Fomo, long time no see.

Of course I’m exaggerating here. I’m just concerned. So long term. In relationships you plan for the long term.

Maybe I’ll give Sandro a threesome for his 40th birthday. With a woman who is officially guaranteed to be less attractive than me. Or I’ll give him (and me) a damn grenade for his 50th birthday. Because I’m guaranteed to be more relaxed when I’m 50 than I am now. Or then stop before the 60th – only 2. Or a foursome with a partner swap.

Just take a look…