I used to love sex...
It wasn't something that I learned to love, it was just
something that was natural I guess. When I first met my
husband we had tons of it, and we had it everywhere.
Things were new and fresh then. I would look in his eyes
while he aggresively thrusted. I wanted it rough, dirty,
and constant. It seems like decades since those days of
hair pulling, butt spanking, and body licking.
Last night there was none of that.
Although I did let him do it from behind. The problem
isn't that I no longer want it, it's that I don't really
want it with him. Do I want to have sex with someone else?
Not really, but I miss that passion. He's done so many
minor things that it all equals out to one big fat
mistake. I'm not sure if it's possible to get that spark
back but our differences are more prominent than ever now.
I have a son, and he's beautiful! I couldn't live with
myself if I was the one that decided to quit on our
family. Family means more to me than a lay but, can anyone
really be completely happy withouth that passion in their
life? Can I?
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