3 dicks and Noodle's wife?Only time a sausage fest is good
3 dicks and Noodle's wife?Only time a sausage fest is good
Wife, job, kid, house AND a mistress? I ain't got time for that shit.
I questioned myself in writing this but have decided that it may be helpful.
Sex was very important early in my relationship with G. I had my first O with him, saw intensity in his eyes, felt beautiful in the way he would caress me, fucked like wild animals. It was great. It helped me bond to him. In the subsequent years, we faced issues of betrayal of intimacy but worked through those because we also had established a foundation for our future otherwise in goals and friendship. It wasn't easy, it was damn hard, but we each admired and thrived on the other qualities each of us possessed. We each worked to figure out what ways we had contributed to the situation and worked to repair it. His depression played a big role, until he talked to a dr. and a counselor he would rage. Medication helped tremendously for him to be able to be the man I met...ambitious, jovial, kind and quick witted. What else it did, though, was mess up his sexual function. He could appreciate porn, he could appreciate me, but he couldn't show it and had a hell of a time explaining it. It frustrated the hell out of him and me...at first, before I understood, Ithought it was me, that I didn't look like the 23 year old me he had met, that I wasn't like the women he was viewing and more able to sometime finish with. Well, it wasn't. We were still intimate, in holding one another...in the introduction of porn and non Intercourse sex acts with occasional surprises of actual full blown sex...rarely.
From the time of his quadruple bypass in 2006...to his death...no Intercourse...none. He worried about it...that I would stray, because, well I like sex..a lot. I missed it.
I did not stray though. He...We were more important.
Why do I write this...if sex would have been an issue early, I would have bailed. He would have bailed.
But, after facing other things in our years together, after seeing each other as perfectly imperfect, after being more open with one another, and so much more that I am unable to express in a distilled version of our lives...intimacy remained relevant, sex did not.
As a post script, I am glad that I remained faithful but am thrilled to fucking death that I have a good sex life again.
My girlfriend has told me she knows I won't cheat because I'm cheap and I hate dealing with people. True story. And she's correct.
3 dicks and Noodle's wife?
At that point, what the cheating pussy offers is basically not those negatives.You guys say that but wait until she bribes a doctor to say she can't bang for 4 months, refuses to do the dishes, bitches about the toilet seat constantly, and puts butter cookies on pasta.
I'd cheat and hire my own PI to bust me.
I would laugh at my girlfriend/wife if they wanted to argue about the toilet seat being up. Do women not look at the toilet before sitting on it? I have never understood this. I have to keep opening and closing it because you can't look before you sit down? GTFO.
You guys say that but wait until she bribes a doctor to say she can't bang for 4 months, refuses to do the dishes, bitches about the toilet seat constantly, and puts butter cookies on pasta.
I'd cheat and hire my own PI to bust me.
I always joked with G that he could have a girlfriend if she paid bills, cleaned my bathrooms and ironed my clothes. There were some days I was serious...I told my wife she can complain when she actually cleans it. Hasn't been able to complain yet
You've got some weird hang-ups about stuff like that, though. I have a vague memory about switching sex positions grossing you out.I close everything because I think its kind of disgusting having the lid up
Picture your ass in free fall. It's dark, you're half-asleep, and in an attempt to relieve yourself you find for a half-instant you are falling into oblivion. Something catches you, and its an ice-cold ring of porcelain. You bite back your howl of dismay. The one that supposedly loves you most has betrayed you.
I always joked with G that he could have a girlfriend if she paid bills, cleaned my bathrooms and ironed my clothes. There were some days I was serious...
Also, I am as much of a sinner as a saint...I did not always behave as honorably as I should have at least in the first few years of marriage as I was pretty dumb and would put myself into compromising positions. Not maliciously but turns out my smart ass friendliness is apparently flirting. I know it and use it now to my advantage.
So as much as I would love for you to think I am stupendous, you must know that I am flawed, but capable of learning.