Sex really is some good stuff.
I told myself I was off it, but when it presents itself in a yummy package, one must do what one must. Besides...it was very productive sex. I am officially over him now. So, yay!
It's funny to me how you can intend to never have sex with someone and then end up having sex with that person. For months.
I had given up trying to not have sex with him. It seemed that whenever he was around, my legs automatically spread apart. At first, there was nothing I could do about it. Honestly. And over time, I just began to view it as "my little problem." Surely it's not normal to have to have sex with someone just b/c he's on the planet. It was something I needed to fix, but I felt pretty hopeless about it. When he called, I was available.
We struggle with the emotional terms of our liaisons. Mostly b/c there aren't any. I struggle with that fact, while he struggles with the fact that I'm struggling with that fact. It's very circular and would probably be painful except that neither of us takes it very seriously. I want more and he doesn't want to give it to me. It's refreshingly straight forward.
So, last time I convinced him that he didn't want to have sex with me. Once he rationalized it, he was fine and then I decided that I wanted to have sex with him, anyway. It was ridiculous, yet...fun. And, when he tired of telling me no, we had the sort of forceful, silent, interesting sex that usually follows a heated argument. Except we hadn't argued. We never argue.
Maybe that's the problem.
That really was the last time, though. I really am done. Maybe there's a saint I can pray to for help in this matter.
I told myself I was off it, but when it presents itself in a yummy package, one must do what one must. Besides...it was very productive sex. I am officially over him now. So, yay!
It's funny to me how you can intend to never have sex with someone and then end up having sex with that person. For months.
I had given up trying to not have sex with him. It seemed that whenever he was around, my legs automatically spread apart. At first, there was nothing I could do about it. Honestly. And over time, I just began to view it as "my little problem." Surely it's not normal to have to have sex with someone just b/c he's on the planet. It was something I needed to fix, but I felt pretty hopeless about it. When he called, I was available.
We struggle with the emotional terms of our liaisons. Mostly b/c there aren't any. I struggle with that fact, while he struggles with the fact that I'm struggling with that fact. It's very circular and would probably be painful except that neither of us takes it very seriously. I want more and he doesn't want to give it to me. It's refreshingly straight forward.
So, last time I convinced him that he didn't want to have sex with me. Once he rationalized it, he was fine and then I decided that I wanted to have sex with him, anyway. It was ridiculous, yet...fun. And, when he tired of telling me no, we had the sort of forceful, silent, interesting sex that usually follows a heated argument. Except we hadn't argued. We never argue.
Maybe that's the problem.
That really was the last time, though. I really am done. Maybe there's a saint I can pray to for help in this matter.