![]() ![]() We kissed once a year, no tongue, for the last five years we were together. ![]() I stayed with him for more than ten years, bought him clothes and groceries, paid his bills, financed his apartment, and took him out to dinner while he contributed nothing to the relationship. Unfortunately, I went with option number one - for a very very long time. I realize now that I had two options: stay with him and continue to pay his bills while he refused to have any sort of sexual contact with me because I was gross, or leave him for greener pastures. My weight, he said, was a stumbling block - even though he was overweight, too.Īs we all know, it takes two to tango - and only one of us was willing to dance between the sheets. ![]() He said he didn’t want either my saliva or my tongue in his mouth.įurthermore, he wasn’t attracted to me, and he didn’t want to have sex with me - unless I lost 50 pounds. We’d kissed enough at the beginning of our relationship for him to know that kissing me didn’t appeal to him. I spent more than a decade in a relationship with a man who wouldn’t touch me. My Second One-Night Stand Lasted 7 Years How a single night of passion led to a long-term relationship I figured our one-night stand was the end of our - whatever it was that we were doing. That should have been the end of the affair - not because of the lack of orgasms on everyone’s part but because it wasn’t a good idea from the start.īesides having sex - the worse sex ever - eliminated the excitement of making out in the shed and the basement at work. I said, “Yes.” Neither of us came anywhere close to an orgasm. The sex was so bad that he asked me if he should stop midway. The first time we had sex was in the driveway of his parents’ house in the front seat of his car. He threw a party, and I was one of many invited guests. We started meeting outside of work “to talk.” Then we would park near the water and kiss with reckless abandon until it was time for me to go home. He spent a lot of time groping beneath my shirt, occasionally freeing my breasts from my t-shirt and bra in order to get a better feel or to suck at my nipples with his mouth. Every moment alone was a moment for kissing and heavy petting. We hid in the shed behind the parking lot. I don’t think the fact that my husband was abusive and that he was cheating absolve me for my short-lived and dissatisfying affair, but there’s nothing I can do about it now - except write about it.Ī coworker of mine somehow convinced me to make out with him at work. The first time I attempted to have a one-night stand, I was married. I came close to having a one-night stand - twice. My anxiety and jealousy issues and overall clinginess are not compatible with the love-’em-and-leave-’em lifestyle. ![]()
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