Sexless Marriages

[Smoothshavendad]

Sometimes the hunger swells until it aches - and that’s alright.
It is proof we are still here, still breathing, still made of fire.
Desire is not a flaw; it’s the pulse that reminds us we are alive.

It is burning throughout my entire body and soul right now…

 

[Carmina24]

@Carmina24 That was beautiful.

It's been over 20 years for me.

@RoanMtn
Twenty years is a long time to quiet that part of yourself.
But if the ember is still there - even if it’s only a glow - it means your fire never truly died.
And fire, no matter how long it sleeps, always remembers how to burn.

 

[Carmina24]

It is burning throughout my entire body and soul right now…

@Smoothshavendad
Then let it burn - through bone, through breath, through every guarded corner of you.
A fire like that is not meant to be tamed.
It’s the soul remembering what it was made for.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

@Smoothshavendad
Then let it burn - through bone, through breath, through every guarded corner of you.
A fire like that is not meant to be tamed.
It’s the soul remembering what it was made for.

I long to share it…

 

[RoanMtn]

@RoanMtn
Twenty years is a long time to quiet that part of yourself.
But if the ember is still there - even if it’s only a glow - it means your fire never truly died.
And fire, no matter how long it sleeps, always remembers how to burn.

It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.

 

[Carmina24]

I long to share it…

Then let it spill from you.
Somewhere in these halls, there is a soul aching for exactly what you carry -
a hunger shaped to fit yours.
You will not know until you offer it.

 

[Carmina24]

It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.

Yes… the body may crave, but the soul hungers deeper.
For the warmth of being held, the quiet safety of belonging, the unspoken "I want you" in a touch.
That is the fire that lasts long after the heat fades.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

Then let it spill from you.
Somewhere in these halls, there is a soul aching for exactly what you carry -
a hunger shaped to fit yours.
You will not know until you offer it.

 

[MrStevee55429]

It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.

Exactly

 

[Carmina24]

The Hunger That Hunts Us

When touch becomes a memory.
When the nights grow long with nothing but the heat we refuse to unleash.
When our skin aches for collision.
When desire stalks us in the dark, whispering all the things we do not say aloud.

We told ourselves we could starve it.
Chain it. Bury it under duty and routine.
But hunger does not die - it sharpens.
It waits like a predator in the grass, muscles coiled, teeth bared.

And then we came here - in Lit.
To a place where words strip us bare without mercy.
Where glances bite, and sentences bruise in the sweetest way.
Where we remember - we are still dangerous.
Still alive.
Still capable of ruin.

Maybe we will never taste it at home.
But here, at least, we are not tamed.

 

[masterslave00]

The Hunger That Hunts Us

When touch becomes a memory.
When the nights grow long with nothing but the heat we refuse to unleash.
When our skin aches for collision.
When desire stalks us in the dark, whispering all the things we do not say aloud.

We told ourselves we could starve it.
Chain it. Bury it under duty and routine.
But hunger does not die - it sharpens.
It waits like a predator in the grass, muscles coiled, teeth bared.

And then we came here - in Lit.
To a place where words strip us bare without mercy.
Where glances bite, and sentences bruise in the sweetest way.
Where we remember - we are still dangerous.
Still alive.
Still capable of ruin.

Maybe we will never taste it at home.
But here, at least, we are not tamed.

 

[Spongo]

Like to chat with others in sexless marriages just to generally chat but also to add a spark. Maybe help each have fun, chat about sex, etc.

 

[Carmina24]

We may have been starved… but we learned to set ourselves on fire.

We Are the Phoenixes

The world may see only what we lack.
The beds that stay cold.
The hands we have not felt in years.
The silence where touch should be.

But we know the truth.
We are not diminished by absence.
We are not made smaller because one person forgot how to hold us.

We are the heat we carry in our own bones.
We are the words that set each other on fire here.
We are the rise after ruin — the blaze after the ash.

Here, in Lit, we remind each other:
We are not defined by the hands that failed to reach for us.
We are defined by the way we burn anyway.
By the way we keep rising, again and again — beautiful, fierce, and unbroken.

Let us rise together.
From the beds that stayed cold.
From the nights that swallowed our touch.
From the silence that tried to make us small.

Burn bright. Burn proud.
Let the fire in our bones speak louder than the hands that failed to hold us.
Let every ember find another until we are an inferno.

Burn until the dark remembers our names.
Until it bows to the heat we’ve become.
Until every shadow knows —
we are still here, still fierce, and we will never be tamed.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Another outstanding post Carmina!

Your way with words about emotions that are core to being human ring true and resonate with me and I am sure with many others too!

What I would like to do is help other lit members fill the void in their life.

Offer hope, understanding, maybe help them navigate these paths we have already been through

 

[Carmina24]

Another outstanding post Carmina!

Your way with words about emotions that are core to being human ring true and resonate with me and I am sure with many others too!

What I would like to do is help other lit members fill the void in their life.

Offer hope, understanding, maybe help them navigate these paths we have already been through

@Hornymwtxn

Your words make me want to throw open the doors.
Do you feel it too — that there’s a real chance here for more of us to come together?
To let loneliness end as one kindred soul finds another… and then another?

 

[Sussy2000x]

I am totally in a sexless marriage and have been pretty much for a few years! We’re out there but we are a bit like unicorns

I am a woman in her 50’s with the sex drive of an 18 yr old boy, that’s not normal I’ve been told by female friends the same age and male friends. I should be settling down for my old age with my hormones dying a slow death, but hell no!

Have you ever explored other women?

 

[Sussy2000x]

I like playing with married middle aged men (and women). Im 20 yo Asian single student

 

[masterslave00]

I like playing with married middle aged men (and women). Im 20 yo Asian single student

She says:
This is me sir https://i.redgifs.com/i/yellowwoefulzorilla.jpg

In reality:
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[Hornymwtxn]

@Hornymwtxn

Your words make me want to throw open the doors.
Do you feel it too — that there’s a real chance here for more of us to come together?
To let loneliness end as one kindred soul finds another… and then another?

I do feel a desire.

A desire to help others get past the feelings of abandonment from the person they chose to spend the rest of their lives with.

To help them create stronger online friendships that can hopefully make their days brighter.

 

[Carmina24]

The Real Game

Gentlemen, come closer.
I’ll tell you a secret - though I’m not sure I should.

It’s not your body I want at first.
It’s your presence.
Your voice in the morning, your words at night.
The way you slip into my day until I can’t remember when you weren’t there.

We trade stories.
We laugh in the spaces between them.
We build a secret language only we can speak.
And then… you stop chasing.

That’s when I notice.
That’s when I want.

By the time I see the rest of you, it’s not curiosity - it’s hunger.
A slow-burn inferno that’s been building for days, weeks…
and when it breaks, it’s beautiful, ruinous, unforgettable.

Ladies - is it just me?

Men - here’s your lesson:
Woo her, but don’t rush her. Let the story write itself instead of skipping to the last page.
Be present in the small ways: the morning check-in, the shared joke, the question you actually listen to the answer of.
Make her feel seen, not just looked at.
Take your time as if you know the ending will be worth the wait.
Because it will be.
Slow is not passive - slow is deliberate.
It’s the difference between a match that flares and dies… and a fire that burns until she can’t sleep without its heat.
Don’t just want her body - earn her trust, her laughter, her anticipation.
And when she finally asks for more, it will be because she’s starving for you.

That’s the real game.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

The Real Game

Gentlemen, come closer.
I’ll tell you a secret - though I’m not sure I should.

It’s not your body I want at first.
It’s your presence.
Your voice in the morning, your words at night.
The way you slip into my day until I can’t remember when you weren’t there.

We trade stories.
We laugh in the spaces between them.
We build a secret language only we can speak.
And then… you stop chasing.

That’s when I notice.
That’s when I want.

By the time I see the rest of you, it’s not curiosity - it’s hunger.
A slow-burn inferno that’s been building for days, weeks…
and when it breaks, it’s beautiful, ruinous, unforgettable.

Ladies - is it just me?

Men - here’s your lesson:
Woo her, but don’t rush her. Let the story write itself instead of skipping to the last page.
Be present in the small ways: the morning check-in, the shared joke, the question you actually listen to the answer of.
Make her feel seen, not just looked at.
Take your time as if you know the ending will be worth the wait.
Because it will be.
Slow is not passive - slow is deliberate.
It’s the difference between a match that flares and dies… and a fire that burns until she can’t sleep without its heat.
Don’t just want her body - earn her trust, her laughter, her anticipation.
And when she finally asks for more, it will be because she’s starving for you.

That’s the real game.

A fine line
-------------------------

Coloring with different hues
Searching, reading for clues

Each message anticipated
Eagerly awaited

Maybe this can grow and flourish
That is my wish

 

[Carmina24]

A fine line
-------------------------

Coloring with different hues
Searching, reading for clues

Each message anticipated
Eagerly awaited

Maybe this can grow and flourish
That is my wish

Beautifully woven!

 

[Bidaddy84]

Anyone else with this problem?
I have a high sex drive and the wife doesn't.
Looking for others with this problem, and possibly helping fill our needs.

Yeah I'm in a similar boat. Gf had bariatric surgery 2 years ago. We fucked like rabbits before and now, its like once very 6 to 8 weeks, if that. I have a high sex drive and she has almost none.

 

[OldSoldier96]

I like playing with married middle aged men (and women). Im 20 yo Asian single student

Is 48 within your range?

 

[Matty01]

He's gotten the pills..... They work for the immediate issue... But the drive, the desire, the stolen opportunities.... He hasn't gotten anything for that

Give me a shout when he can't perform for you