My Bride and I began sexual intercourse on March 5, 1991. It was nice. When I say nice, I mean fun. The best thing ever. What that should feel like.
We had pretty sweet heavy activity before completing the union for quite some time. She became very talented at pleasing her man without going all the way.
Memories…
It was about a month or two before marriage she decided we should wait for marriage. Being the guy I was I said hell no and pressured her to forgo her convictions.
Jump forward 22 years and we’re kind of in the same place. Clearly different circumstances, but the desire is the same. Kind of. Then she was trying to reclaim a sense of purity. Now she’s trying to reclaim her mental state. My activities having rendered sex dirty and very to be avoided at all costs.
Back then I imposed my will. We would be having sex. Now she imposes her will. There is no sex. Don’t even mention it.
I have a pretty cool opportunity now. She was trying to regain some innocence she had lost back then.
I have the same opportunity to regain some semblance of innocence.
I like framing things this way.
I gladly accept the opportunity to recapture the beauty of innocence.
Thank you for giving me this chance!!
