I Live In a Sexless Marriage
At home....
A four-foot chasm occupies the space between my shivering body and my husband's warm, sturdy, frame. We sleep on opposite edges of the king-sized bed. THIS is a vast improvement over the past 15 years -- when we slept on separate floors.
If, in the middle of the night, I chance to feel an outstretched arm reaching to draw me near, I feel.... fury. I comply, but my overarching emotion as I dispassionately observe my husband approach his zenith is: WHY is it, that the only way I ever get to feel any warmth from this human body is -- when it's pounding away its need at me?! Hurry up, PLEASE. I want my covers back.
In my hotel bed....
You couldn't insert a strand of hair between my lover's taut, coiled body and my pliant, supple, curves. Unlike my husband, who has never spent more than the 5 minutes it takes to complete a sexual interlude, undressed -- my lover always sleeps in the buff. At first, I found that quite shocking. Titillating. What if a fire broke out and we had to make a run for it?! Time & kisses calmed those anxieties, chasing them away with ... arousal. My lover cuddles me constantly, hands easily draped in the most intimate of spaces, often with absolutely no demands -- so I feel no resentment when caresses become more....
But tonight, I feel ... irritation. I want to shift position. How can he lie with his arms around me like this for so long?! Sweat builds between my back and his torso. Can't he FEEL that? OMG. WHY must we always be skin to sticky skin!? Suddenly, I'm panicked. I need air. He's TOO close. I'm too confined. WHY CAN'T HE SLEEP ON HIS OWN DAMNED SIDE OF THE BED?!
... and then it hits me. Maybe there's just no pleasing me. Maybe I'm doomed to eternal dissatisfaction...?
A four-foot chasm occupies the space between my shivering body and my husband's warm, sturdy, fr
If, in the middle of the night, I chance to feel an outstretched arm reaching to draw me near, I feel.... fury. I comply, but my overarching emotion as I dispassionately observe my husband approach his zenith is: WHY is it, that the only way I ever get to feel any warmth from this human body is -- when it's pounding away its need at me?! Hurry up, PLEASE. I want my covers back.
In my hotel bed....
You couldn't insert a strand of hair between my lover's taut, coiled body and my pliant, supple, curves. Unlike my husband, who has never spent more than the 5 minutes it takes to complete a sexual interlude, undressed -- my lover always sleeps in the buff. At first, I found that quite shocking. Titillating. What if a fire broke out and we had to make a run for it?! Time & kisses calmed those anxieties, chasing them away with ... arousal. My lover cuddles me constantly, hands easily draped in the most intimate of spaces, often with absolutely no demands -- so I feel no resentment when caresses become more....
But tonight, I feel ... irritation. I want to shift position. How can he lie with his arms around me like this for so long?! Sweat builds between my back and his torso. Can't he FEEL that? OMG. WHY must we always be skin to sticky skin!? Suddenly, I'm panicked. I need air. He's TOO close. I'm too confined. WHY CAN'T HE SLEEP ON HIS OWN DAMNED SIDE OF THE BED?!
... and then it hits me. Maybe there's just no pleasing me. Maybe I'm doomed to eternal dissatisfaction...?
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