We marveled in all the ways there were to fuck each other on those Sundays. It never failed to push us through our weekly stresses. #SundayFunday was a hashtag we constantly texted back and forth to each other when we were having particularly bad weeks and needed a pick-me-up reminder. Then we'd traipse back tipsy together and melt into a shared bong on the couch surrounded by movies and super-soft blankets and whatever physical fun we wanted to get up to that day. Sunday afternoons would start with an amazing brunch at one of our go-to spots within walking distance. One particularly sexy element of our relationship was that we were both fairly deviant and enjoyed just the right amount of pornography together. Our mid 20's were ushering us slowly into our sexual primes and we were loving every minute of it. We spent long hours at home exploring each other's bodies and diving into the darkest corners of each other's brains and fantasies. We had discovered early on that we were both very sexual people, and for that matter, very sex positive people as well. The sex was constant and passionate and kinky. I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplement. Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship.
I was a happily married 25-year-old guy living in a Monterey loft apartment with my wife of two years.