Layla, 65
Our chaste public personas actually make us more passionate behind closed doors because what we’re doing feels excitingly furtive
When I met Martin he was a 27-year-old virgin. We were both Catholic, but I had quite a few notches on my bedpost. Martin, by contrast, thought that premarital sex was a one-way ticket to hell. Even after we were husband and wife, he continued to think of certain acts as sinful. For the first decade of our marriage, whenever Martin went down on me, he was stricken with guilt. Oral sex didn’t become a central part of our repertoire until after it was sanctioned by his Catholic
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