As you regular readers are aware, I've been traveling the past month with my "signif. other" -- and, as you know, in recent years she has become totally "asexual," not wanting to fuck at all.
At home, not a serious problem -- since we sleep in separate bedrooms. (And sometimes in separate homes, since I love my Florida place. But on cruise ships and in hotels, we share a bedroom -- if not a bed! Masturbation has been my comfortable refuge in recent years, but that doesn't work when you're in the same room!
So, tonight, though exhausted by a long flight (from Iceland to Washington), I will do what I reasonably CAN to deal with the built-up pressures...
At home, not a serious problem -- since we sleep in separate bedrooms. (And sometimes in separate homes, since I love my Florida place. But on cruise ships and in hotels, we share a bedroom -- if not a bed! Masturbation has been my comfortable refuge in recent years, but that doesn't work when you're in the same room!
So, tonight, though exhausted by a long flight (from Iceland to Washington), I will do what I reasonably CAN to deal with the built-up pressures...
anxious
Thanks, one and all, for your mutual suggestion (and intriguing variations on same). I agree that Joanne has certain aspects/attributes of a dominant (and I of the subbie I was born to be). However, I must remind you all that she really DOESN'T want either of us having sexual urges. Period.
That I, in fact, DO -- well, it troubles her slightly, but she regards our messy situation as mostly "out of sight, out of mind". Surely, there were a few hand-holding, kiss-blowing "atta-girl" moments in the past month's travel -- as well as our shared happiness with discovering new places, finding odd bargains or conversations with "the natives" (whether Icelandic or Galicians, etc.) -- jointly handling the pleasures and pains of wherever we found ourselves.
For my part, my ego gets a bit bruised at her rejections, implicit or explicit -- so I pretty much stifle impulses even to be naked around her.
And then there are the stupid arguments -- but there's no need to get into their specifics here. Suffice to say I minimize them when I can, but -- if tired or frustrated -- sometimes I argue back, which can get damned unpleasant.
Not a great existence...but I'm pretty convinced after a couple of years that it's better together...
(1) it's now 24 hours later, having spent last night and parts of today overwhelmed by a nasty cold, so I apologize for the slipshod little post here.
(2) I did cum last night, pretty pleasantly, thanks!