about sex
OK. I'm adding this disclaimer after writing the post. This very well may be too much informatioin about me for you to stomach. If you don't like frank exposition about mature sex (and getting maturer every day) just leave now and ignore this post. Go on, I won't be offended, but you might if you continue. You've been warned.
Taking a bit of a design break now. Things are begining to fall into place. I'm pretty much done with plotting how Act I is going to look, but that's the simple one, it's a construction jobsite, basic worklight.
So I guess I'll take a moment to blog some. I've been very restless and antsy recently. Then I noticed it's a full moon time. I was online late last night, after failing to try to get to sleep right away. It seemed that a lot of the sites, I surfed thru all made me ... what...hm... not horny per se. but emphasized my frustration. I was noticing little things in pictures and images more than ever. Even fully clothed women were incredibly erotic. The very nature of womanness about them, their curves, their glow. I do have some favorite erotic sites, but I was finding even the mundane erotic last night. Perhaps I'm just frustrated (well, that's a given) but I miss making love to women. The memory of the touch, the smell, the texture of women was particularly strong. I don't think I've ever said it here before, but since our auto accident 3 1/2 yrs ago, Wife has been unable, physically, to have sex; the positions cause pain. But even before that, our sex life was uninspiring. It was sex. And it was seldom. She didn't like foreplay, she got horny quickly, and came quickly, and was done. It wasn't until Becky (the only person on this blog to have a name, since she's dead now) came to me that I remembered what making love could be like, and that was 5 1/2 years ago. Granted, I'm less than inspired around Wife. I love her for who she is, for her intellect and humor, for knowing all about who she is, and having her know and love me for who I am, but not for the sex. She doesn't request or allow exploration or experimentation that makes it sensual (stimulating to all the senses). And now, as I get older, I see in myself, that I'm not likely to experience that again (I will only say not likely. It was very unlikely with Becky, but it happened. Anything is theoretically possible), I'm gaining weight, getting grumpier, less socially ept (opposite of inept), and for all I know, out of practice in making love. There's only so much you can do by yourself. But one does what one can, and we muddle thru somehow. Life is an ever changing adventure with all new challenges. I'm just facing a new one.
Wow. I'm not sure I meant to write all that. I've now sat on this for a few hours, and I'm going to post it anyway. I hope it doesn't come off as too whiney.
Taking a bit of a design break now. Things are begining to fall into place. I'm pretty much done with plotting how Act I is going to look, but that's the simple one, it's a construction jobsite, basic worklight.
So I guess I'll take a moment to blog some. I've been very restless and antsy recently. Then I noticed it's a full moon time. I was online late last night, after failing to try to get to sleep right away. It seemed that a lot of the sites, I surfed thru all made me ... what...hm... not horny per se. but emphasized my frustration. I was noticing little things in pictures and images more than ever. Even fully clothed women were incredibly erotic. The very nature of womanness about them, their curves, their glow. I do have some favorite erotic sites, but I was finding even the mundane erotic last night. Perhaps I'm just frustrated (well, that's a given) but I miss making love to women. The memory of the touch, the smell, the texture of women was particularly strong. I don't think I've ever said it here before, but since our auto accident 3 1/2 yrs ago, Wife has been unable, physically, to have sex; the positions cause pain. But even before that, our sex life was uninspiring. It was sex. And it was seldom. She didn't like foreplay, she got horny quickly, and came quickly, and was done. It wasn't until Becky (the only person on this blog to have a name, since she's dead now) came to me that I remembered what making love could be like, and that was 5 1/2 years ago. Granted, I'm less than inspired around Wife. I love her for who she is, for her intellect and humor, for knowing all about who she is, and having her know and love me for who I am, but not for the sex. She doesn't request or allow exploration or experimentation that makes it sensual (stimulating to all the senses). And now, as I get older, I see in myself, that I'm not likely to experience that again (I will only say not likely. It was very unlikely with Becky, but it happened. Anything is theoretically possible), I'm gaining weight, getting grumpier, less socially ept (opposite of inept), and for all I know, out of practice in making love. There's only so much you can do by yourself. But one does what one can, and we muddle thru somehow. Life is an ever changing adventure with all new challenges. I'm just facing a new one.
Wow. I'm not sure I meant to write all that. I've now sat on this for a few hours, and I'm going to post it anyway. I hope it doesn't come off as too whiney.
posted by Intothelight4now at 10:20 PM
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