For my first post, this is bound to be a long one. So, I apologize for being extra wordy, but I feel like the background information is going to be necessary for me to get any relevant answers to my questions.
I’ll start by saying I stumbled into this discussion forum about 2 months ago. I pondered for a long time whether or not I should post anything, or just continue to read. Knowing that this was out here made me feel better about a lot of things. A sense of relief came over me when I read these entries: Oh my god. I am not alone out there in the way I feel about certain things. It was nice to read, and understand, and feel somewhat “understood”.
When I am honest with myself, my interest in the BDSM lifestyle goes back even into my teens. I don’t know why. I have always had fantasies which involve bondage, torture, even rape. I loved the idea of being completely controlled. As messed up as it may sound, I loved the idea of someone pushing me beyond what I might want, seeking only their own pleasure. Unfortunately for me, and maybe for all involved, I could never admit this to anyone. I could barely admit it to myself. I married fairly young, and have been married for a little over 5 years now. When I got married I had only been with 2 other partners before my husband. My sex life was never that exciting. It just was. Don’t get me wrong; I liked sex…I had and even have what would qualify as “good” sex, but I just never thought too much about it. It was just something that was part of my life.
Here’s where it starts to get complicated: About a year ago, I reconnected with a very old friend. I met this person when I was eighteen, and he was 34. Even then, there was a kind of ‘electric’ connection, but it was never ever acted on beyond just flirtation. Now I am 28. When we first got in touch it was so great. It was like talking to someone from long ago but no time had passed. We started to get together for various events, etc, and before I knew it, I felt that old current. I don’t know how, but I have always known that this person shared some of my feelings about sex, and BDSM. We never even really discussed it. I could just tell. So, I broke down and just said something. I said I was concerned because I felt drawn to him; a crazy sexual pull, and I didn’t want to cheat on my husband. And yet the lure of satisfying every fantasy I have ever had was just within my reach. It was the best and worst conflict I have ever had. A long story short, we agreed to try and be grown ups, to recognize the attraction without acting on it, and move on. But then one Saturday night we went to a club with a group of friends, drank a little too much, and while on the dance floor, he reached up and pulled my hair. From that moment, I was a goner. After that it is a blur: I remember getting in his car, discussing how we shouldn’t do this, his pulling on my nipples with such aggression and I was loving it so much. I was getting used. I knew it. And I didn’t care. Now this has gone on for a year. We meet when we can. The sex is like nothing I have ever dreamed; even when it’s not technically “sex.” It fulfills every dark need I have ever had. Somehow, my sixth sense on this was so right. He knows how to hurt me just right; to push me just far enough, to bring me to places I didn’t even know existed.
The thing is. I hate cheating. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate the kind of person that makes me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My husband is great. He treats me like a queen, literally. My sex life is the only thing that lacks. I have discussed this with him. I have told him what I like, what I want, even though it was really hard for me. He said it’s something he could do; but in the few “attempts” it has just been not right. He’s not comfortable hurting me; even when I tell him that the pain is so good. The odd thing is, with my husband, the sex is technical, but it’s good. I always have an orgasm. With the other person, that isn’t always the case, and yet the two don’t even compare. I crave experiences with this other person like I suspect a drug addict craves their next hit. And I don’t know what to do.
So I guess my questions are these: Am I a lost cause? I worry now that I have had a taste, I won’t ever get this desire out of my head. And if I am not a lost cause, how do I stop myself from “wanting” so badly? Can people learn to be dominating? Is there any hope that my husband will ever be able to fulfill this role, or is this something that you are rather than something you learn to be? Is there anyone else out there who has had this problem? Does anyone have any suggestions or advice? How can I be a better person, without potentially giving up the only thing that makes me feel like me? Or is that my only choice? Thanks……….
I’ll start by saying I stumbled into this discussion forum about 2 months ago. I pondered for a long time whether or not I should post anything, or just continue to read. Knowing that this was out here made me feel better about a lot of things. A sense of relief came over me when I read these entries: Oh my god. I am not alone out there in the way I feel about certain things. It was nice to read, and understand, and feel somewhat “understood”.
When I am honest with myself, my interest in the BDSM lifestyle goes back even into my teens. I don’t know why. I have always had fantasies which involve bondage, torture, even rape. I loved the idea of being completely controlled. As messed up as it may sound, I loved the idea of someone pushing me beyond what I might want, seeking only their own pleasure. Unfortunately for me, and maybe for all involved, I could never admit this to anyone. I could barely admit it to myself. I married fairly young, and have been married for a little over 5 years now. When I got married I had only been with 2 other partners before my husband. My sex life was never that exciting. It just was. Don’t get me wrong; I liked sex…I had and even have what would qualify as “good” sex, but I just never thought too much about it. It was just something that was part of my life.
Here’s where it starts to get complicated: About a year ago, I reconnected with a very old friend. I met this person when I was eighteen, and he was 34. Even then, there was a kind of ‘electric’ connection, but it was never ever acted on beyond just flirtation. Now I am 28. When we first got in touch it was so great. It was like talking to someone from long ago but no time had passed. We started to get together for various events, etc, and before I knew it, I felt that old current. I don’t know how, but I have always known that this person shared some of my feelings about sex, and BDSM. We never even really discussed it. I could just tell. So, I broke down and just said something. I said I was concerned because I felt drawn to him; a crazy sexual pull, and I didn’t want to cheat on my husband. And yet the lure of satisfying every fantasy I have ever had was just within my reach. It was the best and worst conflict I have ever had. A long story short, we agreed to try and be grown ups, to recognize the attraction without acting on it, and move on. But then one Saturday night we went to a club with a group of friends, drank a little too much, and while on the dance floor, he reached up and pulled my hair. From that moment, I was a goner. After that it is a blur: I remember getting in his car, discussing how we shouldn’t do this, his pulling on my nipples with such aggression and I was loving it so much. I was getting used. I knew it. And I didn’t care. Now this has gone on for a year. We meet when we can. The sex is like nothing I have ever dreamed; even when it’s not technically “sex.” It fulfills every dark need I have ever had. Somehow, my sixth sense on this was so right. He knows how to hurt me just right; to push me just far enough, to bring me to places I didn’t even know existed.
The thing is. I hate cheating. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate the kind of person that makes me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My husband is great. He treats me like a queen, literally. My sex life is the only thing that lacks. I have discussed this with him. I have told him what I like, what I want, even though it was really hard for me. He said it’s something he could do; but in the few “attempts” it has just been not right. He’s not comfortable hurting me; even when I tell him that the pain is so good. The odd thing is, with my husband, the sex is technical, but it’s good. I always have an orgasm. With the other person, that isn’t always the case, and yet the two don’t even compare. I crave experiences with this other person like I suspect a drug addict craves their next hit. And I don’t know what to do.
So I guess my questions are these: Am I a lost cause? I worry now that I have had a taste, I won’t ever get this desire out of my head. And if I am not a lost cause, how do I stop myself from “wanting” so badly? Can people learn to be dominating? Is there any hope that my husband will ever be able to fulfill this role, or is this something that you are rather than something you learn to be? Is there anyone else out there who has had this problem? Does anyone have any suggestions or advice? How can I be a better person, without potentially giving up the only thing that makes me feel like me? Or is that my only choice? Thanks……….