A hectic work schedule and other commitments have sadly meant I haven't had as much times as I'd wished to spend on this blog.
But fear not!
I hope to post in greater length soon, but until then this is how things stand:
We've now had a few weeks without any vaginal sex. So far a great success; I'm not missing it, he's not missing it (no surprise there). In a way it has been strangely liberating. Now that there isn't any misunderstanding or differing expectations, both in tune as it were, our sex life has already improved markedly.
I don't know how long this "honeymoon" will last but my husband is definitely being more romantic, attentive and loving than before. Now he knows what's on the menu he's more relaxed and spending the time on me to make sure I'm satisfied.
Till next time...
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Accepting reality
In my first post I spoke about how vaginal sex had become less frequent between my husband and myself and how we'd been thinking about ceasing that aspect of our sex life entirely. Actually, it was he who'd been thinking about it, but when it was put to me and I thought about it, and also finding out there were other couples who had been doing just that, well it just started to seem like a natural progression.
No, I'm not some kind of freak (or at least I hope not). I'm just a normal girl who is really into anal sex, but as always there's more to the story.
First to start with my husband. He really likes women's asses. I knew that early on and he'd make a point of saying what a nice one he though I had or pointing out others he admired (grrrr) but prior to me he had no experience of anal sex. Of course he'd tried with girlfriends but had been knocked back and so it had remained just a fantasy for him. Early only I suggested we give it a go and of course he leapt at the chance! Okay, so maybe he was a little more enthusiastic, shall we say, than I'd normally like but it was such a turn on all the same that we made anal love twice that night. And so it started as the occasional alternative, though it later emerged that he didn't ask for it more often as he assumed I couldn't possibly like it more often, which made him feel uncomfortable. So, yeah, the age old problem of man and women not understanding each other.
Over time though, it became totally clear to me where his preference lay. He'd hint, and I'd let him and so we started to gravitate over to more and more anal. The difference in how he behaved, how much it excited him and the obvious difference in the pleasure he got out of it meant that I didn't mind. In truth it made me happier because his heart just wasn't in it during regular intercourse.
So we've arrived at the point where has admitted he'd now rather not have any vaginal intercourse at all. No, I'm not being used, and no, I'm not a push over. I can deal with this because:
No, I'm not some kind of freak (or at least I hope not). I'm just a normal girl who is really into anal sex, but as always there's more to the story.
First to start with my husband. He really likes women's asses. I knew that early on and he'd make a point of saying what a nice one he though I had or pointing out others he admired (grrrr) but prior to me he had no experience of anal sex. Of course he'd tried with girlfriends but had been knocked back and so it had remained just a fantasy for him. Early only I suggested we give it a go and of course he leapt at the chance! Okay, so maybe he was a little more enthusiastic, shall we say, than I'd normally like but it was such a turn on all the same that we made anal love twice that night. And so it started as the occasional alternative, though it later emerged that he didn't ask for it more often as he assumed I couldn't possibly like it more often, which made him feel uncomfortable. So, yeah, the age old problem of man and women not understanding each other.
Over time though, it became totally clear to me where his preference lay. He'd hint, and I'd let him and so we started to gravitate over to more and more anal. The difference in how he behaved, how much it excited him and the obvious difference in the pleasure he got out of it meant that I didn't mind. In truth it made me happier because his heart just wasn't in it during regular intercourse.
So we've arrived at the point where has admitted he'd now rather not have any vaginal intercourse at all. No, I'm not being used, and no, I'm not a push over. I can deal with this because:
- He loves it and I know it makes him happy
- When he's happy, I'm happy
- I find anal sex more intimate
- From a purely physical point of view anal is at least the equal of vaginal for me
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