How it works: “I live with my partner and my parents. This is our sex week.”

Welcome to How I Do It. A series that features the sex life of a new person every Friday for a week.

This week we hear from Melissa, a 23-year-old straight man in a relationship.

He and his partner met online between lockdowns and lived together so they could be in each other’s bubbles when the second lockdown was lifted so they could connect.

“It allowed for a lot of dates and opportunities to strengthen our intimacy and relationship,” she recalls.

We communicated deeply and were able to really get to know each other.

The couple now lives with Melissa’s parents and they usually have sex three or four times a week.

Melissa says: We often share not only our boundaries, but also our needs and wants.

“I want my sex life to remain as wonderful, fun, adventurous, and fulfilling as it is now.”

Wednesday

Don’t touch me if it’s 35 degrees outside.

My room is still damp, despite my best efforts to keep it cool with the fan on, the window wide open, and a damp flannel wrapped around my forehead. And the sweltering heat emanating from my boyfriend is enough to keep me out for the rest of the day. It’s not the tea from

We’re home with my parents, but luckily they’re away until the weekend: they’ve taken the caravan somewhere in the south of France, which means it’s okay to walk around the house without clothes.

It’s hot, so I’m happy to take it off when I head to the kitchen to hydrate in the middle of the night.

A cold shower at 6am was a must. I took a towel and ran the water along the curve of my body. Watching the running water slide over my skin, my fingers traced each dimple and curve in the same motion.

It didn’t take me long to finish my solo session before all the suds were washed off the shower floor.

Thursday

My boyfriend isn’t here tonight, so I spent the night on FaceTime with my best friend, drinking wine and catching up.

we tell each other everything. He was newly single, so I enjoyed listening to his dating stories. Many of them are successful.

But before returning to the dating scene, there was a brief moment where she swore she’d never need a man again, so we turned to Anne Summers. We have chosen several tools and toys that will help her.

Both were gifts that kept on giving.

After I finished the call and poured the rosé into the tall glass I’d poured during the conversation, I changed into my favorite pajamas. Emerald green silk shorts and matching camisole. I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail and took a picture of myself in the mirror.

I sent it to my short cheeky boyfriend. I’m sure butterflies began to flutter in my stomach and my heart was pounding as he revealed all the details of his plan.

Friday

My boyfriend arrived late at night due to a train strike. This ruined our dinner and movie plans, and by the time we got home from the station, we were both completely exhausted.

After going through the front door, we undressed and got into bed. My warm, slightly sweaty body fit together like puzzle pieces.

Despite the overnight distance, we easily pick up the pace. She traced her finger down the center of my back, tingling along my spine and neck. Then she turned her fingers into lips.

Before I met my boyfriend, I was never satisfied in bed. But this man, oh this man, really knows my favorite places.

He made sure he finished twice before he was due, then we lay side by side on the bed, our heads on his chest, his hands on me like I liked him.

He told me about his business trip. I remember laughing at a funny story he heard on the train. But his voice must have put me to sleep. The next thing I noticed was the morning.

Saturday

It was 10:00 am when my parents returned from their trip. My boyfriend and I only get out of bed when we hear the door open. I jumped into the shower to get my boyfriend to come with me, but decided to avoid my stepfather’s accusing eyes.

I went back to my room and wrapped myself tightly in a towel and put the damp hair on my head with another towel. My boyfriend closed the door and then opened both zippers, exposing my wet body. He congratulates me and smiles at me until our limbs come together again as we lie on the bed.

But there’s a knock on the door, interrupting the fun of the morning, and I hear my mom knocking for the rest of my stuff. This will not be the first questionable call, nor will it be the last.

While I’m at home, I don’t have the luxury of doing what I want when I want. But we’re still trying, hoping we don’t get caught. It’s heart-wrenching, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex that’s just too hard to resist.

Sunday

Today was another hot day. I spent most of my sunny hours in the shade drinking ice water and enjoying a book. My boyfriend is Ginger and he tries to avoid the summer sun at all costs, but he spends most of the day working on work projects and trying to get through a busy week.

I brought him lunch as early as noon, kissed him on the cheek and asked how he was. She put her arm around my waist as he showed me what she was working on.

But soon his arm lowered a bit and his hand was searching for a hidden entrance in my underwear. Sound travels well in this house.

Our Sunday session was about me. He gave me the best chapter of my life. I couldn’t count the number of times I finished, and in the end I stood still. The throbbing muscles didn’t stop for a while.

When I later joined my mother in the garden with the book, I would sit with them without fail.

Monday

After a busy day at work, I spent an afternoon in the sun with my family.

My boyfriend and I were pretty tired from endless meetings and one day on our laptops, but it was nice to be outside and get some fresh air. We were on our way to an outdoor performance of Macbeth.

Before leaving the house, my mother asked me to borrow the orange backpack that I had hanging behind the door. Without thinking twice, I said yes, asked him to empty her bed, and left the house a few minutes later.

I didn’t realize what was in my bag until the play was over and I got home.

Waiting on my bed was the contents of my latest order from LoveHoney: a bondage starter kit, some sex dice, and fluffy handcuffs. I forgot I thought the orange backpack behind the door was the perfect place to temporarily hide my new toy.

Why should anyone look there? At that moment, I felt sad.

Tuesday

It’s that time of the month when the spasms start, the brain fog returns, and you feel like you want to do something.

Yes, I am on my period and I am going to abstain from sex for the next 5-7 days. I know some people don’t mind, but the heat has a habit of turning me off, so it’s not for me.

But my boyfriend is a lifesaver when Aunt Flo comes to visit. She brought me some of my favorite snacks and pain relievers for my stomach ache and she offered me a back rub.

The feel of his large, warm hands gliding over my skin soothes me, and the pain fades with each stroke.

When he’s done, he kisses my forehead and puts me to sleep. She hugs me tight until I take a much needed afternoon nap.

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