Had a therapy session today and realized how fucking liberating it is to separate sex from romantic attachment. My roommate and I have been fucking regularly for months now, and people keep asking if I'm in love with him. The truth? I love his cock inside me, I love how he makes me cum, and I love that we can watch a movie after without any awkwardness. Sex is just a physical act—like going for a run or cooking a meal together. Why does society insist on tying it to ownership and emotion? I get wet thinking about him fucking me, not about him buying me flowers. Anyone else feel this free?