justanormaldude87
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Hey all
I don’t post often (forgot my old login, been a while), but I’ve hit a wall and need to vent… or maybe get some perspective.
I’m 34, been with my girlfriend for six years. We’ve always had a solid relationship, good communication, shared values, lots and lots of love. The sex used to be amazing but that all changed about a year ago when we split for the first time. She met someone else because we weren’t fucking. We’re now back together (since December) and the only times we really made love was over the new year, valentines. I can count on one hand. We used to mutual masturbate. That’s gone too.
She’s gained some weight over the last year, nothing too extreme, but enough that she’s clearly self-conscious. And look, I’ve never been the kind of guy who expects a certain “body type.” I still find her attractive. I still want her.
What’s messing with my head even more is that she still flirts. She’ll run her hands over my chest, squeeze my thigh while we’re watching TV, whisper dirty little things now and then, but it never goes anywhere. It’s like being edged by someone who has no intention of letting you finish. I get hard from a touch or a look, and then… nothing.
Meanwhile, she hates the idea of me masturbating and sees it as cheating. Seriously. I’ve tried to explain that it’s just a way to stay sane, especially when we’re not being physical, but she gets upset if she even thinks I’ve done it. I’ve started sneaking around just to get some relief, and I hate that. It feels pathetic.
She knows I come on this site sometimes and I know she thinks I just read stories. I mean of course I do… but not just to “read,” obviously. I’m a guy. I have needs. And I’m tired of feeling ashamed for having them to be honest.
I love her. I don’t want to break up. But I’m at a point where I’m frustrated and honestly I’m fucking miserable. I fantasize constantly, to the point where I’m not even really present during the day. It’s affecting how I see her, how I treat her. I don’t want to resent her, but the longer this goes on, the harder it gets (no pun intended… or maybe a little).
I don’t want to cheat. I don’t want to leave. But I also can’t live like this indefinitely. Has anyone been through this and come out the other side without torching everything?
I’m all ears. Advice, tough love, anything welcome.
— A Tired, Horny Bloke
I don’t post often (forgot my old login, been a while), but I’ve hit a wall and need to vent… or maybe get some perspective.
I’m 34, been with my girlfriend for six years. We’ve always had a solid relationship, good communication, shared values, lots and lots of love. The sex used to be amazing but that all changed about a year ago when we split for the first time. She met someone else because we weren’t fucking. We’re now back together (since December) and the only times we really made love was over the new year, valentines. I can count on one hand. We used to mutual masturbate. That’s gone too.
She’s gained some weight over the last year, nothing too extreme, but enough that she’s clearly self-conscious. And look, I’ve never been the kind of guy who expects a certain “body type.” I still find her attractive. I still want her.
What’s messing with my head even more is that she still flirts. She’ll run her hands over my chest, squeeze my thigh while we’re watching TV, whisper dirty little things now and then, but it never goes anywhere. It’s like being edged by someone who has no intention of letting you finish. I get hard from a touch or a look, and then… nothing.
Meanwhile, she hates the idea of me masturbating and sees it as cheating. Seriously. I’ve tried to explain that it’s just a way to stay sane, especially when we’re not being physical, but she gets upset if she even thinks I’ve done it. I’ve started sneaking around just to get some relief, and I hate that. It feels pathetic.
She knows I come on this site sometimes and I know she thinks I just read stories. I mean of course I do… but not just to “read,” obviously. I’m a guy. I have needs. And I’m tired of feeling ashamed for having them to be honest.
I love her. I don’t want to break up. But I’m at a point where I’m frustrated and honestly I’m fucking miserable. I fantasize constantly, to the point where I’m not even really present during the day. It’s affecting how I see her, how I treat her. I don’t want to resent her, but the longer this goes on, the harder it gets (no pun intended… or maybe a little).
I don’t want to cheat. I don’t want to leave. But I also can’t live like this indefinitely. Has anyone been through this and come out the other side without torching everything?
I’m all ears. Advice, tough love, anything welcome.
— A Tired, Horny Bloke