Looking back at all of your relationships.....

what specific qualities or traits did that person exhibit that brings back those memories and causes you to think that he or she was a keeper that I let get away.

For me it was Lucy. She had a continuous smile on her face, never ever any drama in her life, never complained about anything, always had a solution, was crazy about me, no limits on sex, when I suggest something the response was always "OK" and she was always at my beck and call.

 

The last girlfriend I had before meeting my wife was just flat sex-crazy. She was a virgin the first time I fucked her, but after that, she literally couldn't seem to get enough. I'm sure that, if enough free time had been available, she would have had me fuck her 4-5 times a day (or however many times I could go until I couldn't achieve an erection anymore.) We were in college together and her demands didn't do anything to improve our grades. It wasn't uncommon for us to be walking back from class, arm-in-arm, bundled up against the cold winter weather, when she'd lean in close to me and whisper, "I want you inside me!"

 

My first wife:
Had a beautiful smile, fantastic figure, and reminded me of Sally Field (Smokey and the Bandit) and had a high sex drive. After 28 years she wanted a divorce, I was devastated and completely heart broken. During our separation prior to divorce I was confiding in my parents whom brought to my attention that she was a "taker", and a narcosis. I asked them why they never once mentioned it to me and they replied "you were so in love with her that you would have resented us, you had to find out yourself. They were totally right as I reflected back, everything had to be about her. I had a "giver" personality while she had a "taker" personality. I don't miss her and am better off without her.

My present wife:
Has a beautiful smile and alluring eyes. A fat-bottomed girl, yet very sexy. Great sense of humor and our collective sarcasm keeps us both laughing every day. We both have "giver" personalities and equally agree we were made for each other. Life is grand for both of us.

There are two things I realized after 28 years with my first wife that I failed to do that I do every day with my present wife. 1) Make her laugh every day. 2) Say "I love you" every day. It works, and bonds us tight.

 

A "narcosis"?

"Narcosis" (as defined by Merriam-Webster Dictionary) is "a state of stupor, unconsciousness, or arrested activity produced by the influence of narcotics or other chemical or physical agents."

I think you mean "Narcissist" (defined as "an extremely self-centered person who has an exaggerated sense of self-importance".)

 

My first wasn't a keeper but a stepping stone to the next. She was an insatiable talented married MILF, at the time, woman who was entertaining 2 or 3 other men besides myself. What a fuck she was and a good trainer for a inexperienced lad as I. What I failed to realize was her having the other men fucking her sometimes right before I got in her pussy. I didn't know the difference from a cum filled vagina and one that was just wet from foreplay.

Then number two happened and I found my best friend forever. Great figure. Intelligent. Savvy. A better fuck in the long run than even the escort I had in a Nevada brothel. I have so many memories of our torrid sex life fucking in every conceivable position and in many places most people wouldn't be caught dead having sex in much less being naked. Even though the sex part of our relationship is no longer all the rest is still going strong.

A couple of fuck buddy relationships bring back great memories. Those were for sex and sex alone. No other ties, No strings. Just us getting together and having a good afternoon of pure sex. No drama, no issues. Other than the fact that every one has moved on. I do miss having a steady pussy to sink into but it has been difficult with the pandemic to find my next. I don't know if I will ever find another FB but time will tell.

 

100% nothing

 

Very well described, we could start a movement of enlightened people to help others to see the light!

 

Very beautiful Low, I'm happy for you

 

I got confused too, I think it was a typo or autocorrect.

 

Well first I'll say... as bad as my first marriage was, I got two great kids out of it that have become awesome people. I wouldn't trade that for anything.

Having said that, when I was 23 I came down with a very rare condition for this age - pancreatitis. Bad situation. I was in the hospital for 9 days.
Anyhow, as it turned out one of the nurses on my floor was a gal I want to high school with. Cute girl, but I didn't know her. Different circles.
On the last couple days, when I was getting better she started coming into my room and just talking awhile. She was really nice, I was getting to like her quite a bit.
On the last day, it happened to be her day off. But she came anyway dressed in a pretty outfit... ribbons in her hair - the whole bit. She stayed for about an hour.
Unfortunately I had a girlfriend at the time. So I did not ask her out. She looked very nice, and was such a nice person to boot.
That was 33 years ago. To this day I still think about her occasionally. With a slight pain in my gut... wondering what could have been.

 

AMEN

Life is so much better when your own light shines the way.

 

I had a girlfriend once that was extremely smart and working to become a physicians assistant when we were dating. She was also fucking beautiful with curly blonde hair and the biggest firmest tits I have ever touched in person.

We had a blast for about 6 months then she wanted to get more serious and like a dumbass I ran in the other direction. My wife and partner of 28 years now is about perfect but I still wonder
“What if?”.

 

I have had 3 what if’s out of way too many gfs by the time I was 25. With the first I just never felt like I was ever going to be able to be what she deserved, I was only 19 when we split.
The next one was a result of the first, I kept my distance when she wanted to get serious. She dumped me and I went on a tear into the nightlife.
The third left me when a lifelong friend told her I had been with lots of different women. I guess she thought she was doing her a favor.
Odd thing is I ended up marrying a friend of the girl that threw me under the bus.

 

Did you kiss on his lips?

 

YUCK, spit. I will suck a dick but kissing is way out of the question. As a matter of fact most of my wimen fuck friends I immediately go down on without kissing and we never seem to get around to it. To me lip kissing brings on emotions and entanglement of feelings which I do not and never enter into.

 

I’ll call her Ell. First she was my college buddy’s girlfriend, but just as that relationship was falling apart, she got pregnant. My buddy did almost nothing to shoulder his responsibility, and so I ended up being her emotional support, and holding her hand through the visits to the doctor and planned parenthood. I had recently suffered a break-up as well, and taking time to care for someone vulnerable took the edge off of that. But I fell into the trap of falling in love with Ell when all she wanted was a friend and a fuck-buddy. Ell was a big girl, and I found that to be delicious. I used to give her back-rubs for hours at a time — she especially loved a style of massaging that we named, “gorilla ticklies.” I loved doing whole-body massages on her, with the memory of doing the tops of her thighs still vivid today — I would encircle her thigh with both hands, delving deeply into the soft flesh while my knuckle just barely (almost by accident) brushed past her labia majora on that side. And then I’d do the other thigh — a mirror image of the stimulation on the first, but never once allowing any part of my hand touch her crevice. She’d take such deep sighing breaths whenever we reached that part of the massage, and that sound of her breathing tickled my spirit. Was I hard and just yearning to shove my boner into the void at those moments? To be sure, but it was so much more joyful not to — at least not just then. It would wait till a time in bed when Ell would take charge. Then she would often grab me be the scrotum to immobilize me if I was not doing things and touching things the way she liked. I had to be at her command. And oh, that vulva of hers made it so worth the effort — it had such power. First of all, it was big — way too big for just one had to cover. Plump and beautiful, with those soft labes guarding a deep dark crevice that hid a tiny slippery pink candy. The taste of that crevice was overpowering — good Lord I wish I had licked it ten times as much as I actually did. That taste carpeted the back of my tongue and it’s fragrance wafted up my nose and deep into my head and lingered there for hours after I cunnilingered her. And when she invited my penis to explore the inside, well that space was cavernous. I know that most guys prefer a tight vagina, but Ell’s was magical in its bigness — the lightness of its touch on my shaft — it was as if I were making love to the warm clouds of paradise, with the lips of tiny angels kissing it ever so lightly. And when the time came for me to fill it’s depths with my spirit, it was like jizzing into an endless universe. That veejay of hers always extracted such voluminous gushers of seed from me, but never overflowed. Afterward she’d be smoking a cigarette (her smoking was the one thing about her that bothered me), as I watched her body expand and contract with each breath, and I would kiss her right on her crevice each time she took a drag on that cig. I was so in love with her that sometimes I’d leave tears of joy mingled in her pubic hair when I nuzzled her there. Ell soooo broke my heart! I still often relive memories of her when I pleasure myself these days 45 years later. I have gotten back in touch with her in recent years. She has a hubby and two grown daughters. She’s suffering from some malady that affects her speech, but I still enjoy our phone conversations. I don’t think her hubby knows about them. And my tongue would be back between her luscious labes in a New York minute if only I had the chance.

 

I was very much in love with a beautiful and very good hearted american woman back in 1997 in Chicago. It was instant major attraction when we saw each other, and after a day or 2 together we both felt that we were soulmates. She was so good hearted, generous and fun, strong, determined, vulnerable, stunning, amazing body, smelled great, sexy, very sexual and open to discovery, our bodies just matched,.........on and on. Wow I really loved her so much. We were ravenous for each other, and it was very hot that she was open to do anything (sexually) for me, she said she was mine. I was not experienced and we discovered that she liked being dominated but with limits. She loved it when I fucked her throat making her almost choke, and once even orgasm from it. Her pussy would absolutely gush. Several times we fucked so much we forgot to eat and would then go out stinking pure sex, and go back for more after eating.

After a month we were totally in love, and wanted to be together but I had to leave. She lived in the US was 32, I was 22 from Europe, and still had 1 year to do in Uni in at home. We tried it long distance for 8 months with us constantly writing letters, emails, expensive phone calls and her sending recorded audio cassettes. She was talking about kids and I was no where near ready for that and she was at a critical age (33), so I broke up. Months of deep sadness led me to make a mistake, by sending an email checking to see if she was okay and telling her I missed her. She immediately booked a flight to leave for Paris within a few days. Even though I wanted to see her so badly I knew it was bad idea and I told her not to come. I broke her heart a second time and she was deservedly so, so angry.

10 years ago she contacted me through myspace with just "hello" and I was so, so happy to discover she had a lovely son. I hope she found love and is happy. I am happy with fantastic wife and two great kids, I hope she also is. We were soulmates, I sometimes think whatif, i would love to talk to her to hear her story.

 

I know its tempting but I wouldnt

Youve already mentioned "What If" which tells me your already thinking of the good times you had with her . I would just leave it there and look after your wonderful sounding family . My very first Girlfriend of which I never had closure as she just moved away as her fathers job got relocated . I have always wondered but then resisted tracking her down . Sometimes one just needs to settle with what they have as in my case without thinking the grass could be greener on the other side

 

No for sure I am happy and I will not put everything at risk at all. I left her of my own decision which was the right one. I loved her very much (but obviously not enough) and would love to hear that she has had a great life. We live on two different continents, I am 47, and she is now 57 so we are very different people after 25 years.

 

At 20, the girlfriend I had then was a divorcee with 2 boys. She and I went at it vigorously and intensely for over 6 months but we split. The first wife, also with 2 kids, never would contemplate doing anything sexual but promised me more than I could handle after we married, which turned out to be lies. She got it when she wanted and never pleasured me at all. She morphed into a sex-hungry vixen when we wanted to get pregnant. That was a memorable month or so. The present wife of 33 years, we started out well, and had a normal sex life for several years until illness and medical intervention saw her lose all desire. I stuck with her because I couldn't leave her like that, and told myself our sex life will improve one day. It hasn't. I have to look after me. Getting better at that