Returning to the Future

I first got involved with Chatelaine while I was attending a course for the Army, and we were intimate before my departure back to base. Over the following months, our meetups happened roughly four times each month; they tended toward those legendary sexual marathons that everyone ought to experience at least once, making it always a bit of a letdown when I had to board the train returning to camp.

Back in barracks, there was an understood custom: abstain from masturbation during the week prior to leave so you could deliver a ‘quick’ first one upon arrival. This highlighted both how much we’d missed our partners and how ‘faithful’ we’d been while apart. (Being late teens meant another round would surely come along shortly anyway.)

After a couple of years, we tied the knot, I bought my discharge from service, and adjusted to life with a wife. Luckily, I made a good choice; twenty-five years on, I’m still enjoying a sexual rhythm and intensity very much like what I had in the 1980s.