David and I made love yesterday. It was...

Perfect

Beautiful

Blissful

Amazing

Right

When Brian and I had sex it felt like just that, sex. There wasn't any passion, for me at least. And I honestly don't understand. Brian means everything to me. I love him with all that I am, but it didn't feel right when he and I tried making love. With David, I cried. Not because it hurt, but because it was beautiful. I couldn't control the tears that followed him entering inside me. I looked him in the eyes and tears streamed down my face. I loved every second.

With David it felt right. Even though I am unexperienced, I knew what to do. I knew what I wanted. What he wanted. I wasn't shy. It was short lived because his brother came home earlier than expected, but even though we weren't able to finish, I felt completely satisfied. I felt whole, complete, simply in bliss.

I look forward to being able to make love to him again whenever that may be. Experiencing him some more. Showing him I love him in this newly found way.