WARNING: XXX CONTENT, INCLUDING PICS AND MAYBE MORE INFO THAN YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ME
Paul and I both agree that our amazing sex always confuses any kind of break-up.
We argue and decide he is leaving but we want to be amicable. Neither one of us wants to hurt the other. He packs but stays. The constant view of him packed to leave me makes me anxious 24/7. (just an anxiety/mental health thing)
And after two days of being pleasant to each other? While we wait for him to be able to leave but not be homeless?
It gets confusing.
He can tell my broken ankle hurts so he wants to rub it. I can see his back hurts and I want to put pain cream on it. He rubs my feet, I rub his back, I make us dinner, he fixes the plugged drain… then we laugh at the same time over an inappropriate joke. It all leads to intimacy.
The minute we lay a hand on each other? Arguments and disagreements be damned. Just a brush against each other can light us up. Suddenly all animosity is forgotten and all we want is to be in each others embrace.
We are each mad for the other’s body.
I love his lean, strong muscles and long arms that wrap all the way around me. I love how tall he is and that I feel small in his arms. I love his cock and how it gets hard when he’s rubbing my feet. I feel him getting hard against my ankles. I love the shape of his face. I love the way his eyes meet mine.
He has long fingers that do dark and dirty things to me. He’s so ‘long’ everywhere. His toes can touch mine while his one hand is buried in me and the other is tangled in my hair while he’s kissing my neck, my breasts. He covers me with himself.
I love his body.
I know he loves my body.
The way he grabs me makes my eyes roll back in my head. It’s like he grabs hold of everything I hate (my fleshy, flabbiness) and as he pulls me toward him with that flesh in his grasp? He looks right in my eyes and tells me I am the sexiest woman ever. He appreciates I don’t hide the things I hate about myself from him. He loves my taste and smell. I feel like I want to give him every thing I have ever held back.
We do things ‘lights on’! He LOVES all the fleshiness and he wants to look at everything as he touches it. The things I hate the most about my body are what he makes me feel the MOST sexy about.
As much as I display it? As much as I touch it? I kinda hate my pussy.
I’ve lost a lot of weight. I have hanging skin issues everywhere. I don’t shave as often as I should.
I made the mistake of picking up a granny porn mag once (just to flip through as a joke) and suddenly? I saw myself and my flabby body in those pics. It was awful. I see my own flabby body in the many pics I erase before finding that one to expose to the world.
But Paul makes me feel like a goddess. Every day. No matter what I look like naked on the other end of a camera. He gets hard touching my feet. My feet! And when he touches me, anywhere, I want to give him everything because I know he only sees beauty.
It’s very hard to live with someone who you are so sexually attracted to when you are trying to amicably break up. We can’t resist and it leads to feelings like we can make up.
So, how much does sex really play in the role of a relationship? How do you let it go?