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This is how we do it: ‘My ex wouldn’t even kiss me during sex. Marcus is happy to take his time’

30 August 2026 at 13:00

Camille had bad experiences with men, so when she met Marcus they took things slowly. Now sex is a shared joy

How do you do it? Share the story of your sex life, anonymously

Marcus will go down on me for as long as it takes. He has a gentle touch and is an amazing kisser

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© Illustration: Ryan Gillett

© Illustration: Ryan Gillett

© Illustration: Ryan Gillett

I’ve got feelings for a teacher at my children’s school. What should I do? | Ask Annalisa Barbieri

30 August 2026 at 08:00

Crushes can feel freeing because they operate outside everyday life, but does that mean you should act on them?

I’ve been married for 20 years and have two children. By most measures, our marriage is stable and successful. But lately I have found myself developing strong feelings for a teacher at my children’s school. While our interactions there are limited, we also attend a weekly non-school activity. What began as casual conversation has become much more significant in my mind. I find myself looking forward to seeing them, thinking about our conversations later, and wondering what might have been if we’d met in different circumstances.

They are married with children too. Nothing inappropriate has happened, and neither of us has acknowledged any romantic feelings. However, I cannot shake the sense that there may be a mutual connection.

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© Illustration: Alex Mellon/The Guardian

© Illustration: Alex Mellon/The Guardian

© Illustration: Alex Mellon/The Guardian

The moment I knew: I’d never had romantic feelings for a man – then he touched my hand and it felt electric

29 August 2026 at 23:00

As a widower and a newly single father of three, Jim Rogers was struggling. Then on a poolside holiday, he sat next to Tyler – and his life changed

In the mid 90s, I was in the prime of my life. I was in my early 30s, married to my soul mate, Lorna, with three kids under three. We’d emigrated from our small town in Worcestershire in the UK to Perth, and life was wonderful. Then Lorna was diagnosed with melanoma. We returned to England and less than a year later she was gone. It was completely unbelievable, as though someone had just come along and smashed my life into a million pieces.

The following months were a blur: I was a grief-stricken widower and newly single parent struggling to keep the kids’ life on track and my own head above water. As time went on, it was obvious I wasn’t doing well and my parents insisted on treating me to a holiday in the sun. I didn’t want to go.

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© Photograph: Rob Palmer

© Photograph: Rob Palmer

© Photograph: Rob Palmer

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