Friday, December 3, 2010
It's raining opportunities
In some ways, I understand why. He's focused on work right now. He's focused on trying to find work. Business has been abysmally slow. And it is creating a great deal of stress.
I don't know about you, but when I am under stress, there's nothing I like better than some amazing sex. Sex makes me feel better. And--it's free!
Yes, it is free entertainment. We can go in the bedroom, have an incredible romp, forget about our troubles for a little while and bond. I love the intimacy that comes from some great sex.
Only he's different from me. Stress affects his sex drive. And when he's stressed, there's no sex. Nope. We're not having sex right now.
We went from having TONS of sex, wake up in the middle of the night because I had to have you sex, can't wait for you to come home from work because I need to have you sex, let's not leave the house all weekend because all I want to do is take you every way possible sex, to no sex. NO SEX.
And let me tell you about sex-less Lexi. She's a bitch. She is tense. She is over-sensitive. She hates life. She feels disconnected. She feels empty and alone, unloved and unwanted. She struggles not to run. She struggles not to make a colossal mistake. It's all she can do to not take a misterer.
I am a very sexual being. Always have been. Always will be. And I need some. Yesterday. Hell, I need some every day.
So, how do I get him back on board? I sent him sext messages today offering blow jobs and even the elusive butt hole. (A rare and special gift, I assure you.) He replied that I was nasty. And given his lack of contact, I don't think he meant it in that really great way.
Any advice will be great appreciated and taken.