I’ve had a few relationships in my life and, in most of them, I ended up facing the same problem. With time, sex became… boring. Of course, sex is not the most important thing in a relationship, but for me it is a big deal. Sometimes, it’s normal for two people to be in different moments, sexually speaking, but in the end, there must be a kind of harmony. I’ve been dating Júlia for three years and that problematic moment hadn’t come for us. I was hopeful that, in the end, it wouldn’t happen with her and that my relationship would continue to be great. Until, this year, before Valentine’s Day, I feared we might be reaching a dead end. We always tried to do something special on events such as that. Last year, we went to a restaurant we loved, and then we watched a movie at her place – actually, just the first thirty minutes, since we started an unplanned sex marathon that went on the following day. We had really cool moments and that was a very special night for our relationship, because in the middle of all the fucking we started talking about some of our fantasies and what we wanted to explore in bed. Today, when I realize we needed two years to feel comfortable to talk openly about our preferences and desires, I wonder how much damage our society has done to our own sexual lives. Anyway, after that great Valentine’s night, we tried many of the fantasies we had during the course of the last year. We started with simple stuff, such as using sex toys. I bought a cock ring and a dildo that stimulated both of us, among other things. We also did lots of role-play, which I enjoyed a lot, and we filmed ourselves having sex. We wanted to try all our fantasies together and that was a real boost to our sex life. For that reason, I was feeling rather safe. However, just a few weeks before our third Valentine’s Day, I asked if she wanted to try a different fantasy on the special date. – Maybe some role-play? – She said tentatively, with her mind clearly in another place. Something was off. I mean, by the look of it, no one would say there was something strange between us. We were on my couch, her head was on my lap and I caressed her hair. It looked romantic and intimate. But I know my girlfriend. I can read her eyes and her tone and I always know when she’s not telling me something, even if I can’t figure out what it is. I insisted: – Shouldn’t we do something different for Valentine’s Day? – Yeah, I guess you’re right… What do we still have on our list? – She took her phone to check the list of fantasies we’d written together. The list was my idea, of course. I have Venus in Virgo, and apparently that means…