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
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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...
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...
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