I Don't Mind At All, But He Does
When I think of sex, I think of people doing a one night stand with each other and never hearing from one another again. When I think of love making it with people who love each other and share not only their bodies but their spirit and soul. I started having sex with my now husband at the late age of 17 in my early 18. I was a little hesitant towards it because I was very nervous and I was afraid of getting pregnant or him spreading around in school that he took my virginity. So it took longer for us to get intimate. But as we did, I didn't feel any fireworks. It was very painful and couldn't enjoy it. As we got married we became more intimate and sex felt a little better. When we wanted to become intimate, we'd called it lovemaking to make me feel more comfortable about it. It was fantastic for awhile, but then I became bored with and a we made love less and less til we stopped. I didn't mind that we stopped but he did. He thought I was cheating on him but that wasn't the cause. I really wasn't into sex as much as he was. Every time we didn't make love, he would get upset and I would suggest that we do something other than sex. At this time I just thought of it as sex because he would just want it and not do anything else but do it and nothing else. I didn't find any romance at all and we had a couple of pregnancy scares and that really turned me off from sex. But I didn't see a bother to it, I thought of it as a dry spell while he thought of it as much worse. I don't care because I don't do anything else but school, work, and home.