My husbands penis just quit working. Yes, he could still pee but an erection was just not happening. It was, of course, frustrating to me after five years of good sex, but since he continued oral, I did orgasm. Was he fooling around or masturbating, and thus using up his erections elsewhere? He said no. Finally, I told him that the only solution was for me to take charge of his penis. He agreed. ...
It was a quiet winter wedding with just close friends and family. I had met Rhonda at a business meeting which I would not have gone to, since I was a teacher, except that a friend asked me to accompany her. I was immediately struck by Rhonda’s sense of knowing who she was, where she was, and what she wanted. I’m not sure what she saw in me except, maybe, arm candy. But we got along well, liked the same things, and the sex - - only after marriage - - was OK. [Just OK; I wanted more than she did but her career came first.] ...
My boyfriend and I were on our first vacation together. When I came out to the motel pool on the first day in on one-piece tank suit, he laughed. “Not brave enough to wear a bikini? Or just too old-fashioned?” I informed him that I felt safer in a tank suit, esspecially when diving off the board. He still laughed. The next day we were in a cottage on a lake, and we swam out to the raft which is a perfect place for sunbathing. There were lots of others there, too. It got awfully warm in the sun so I dived into the lake for a little refreshing cool, and he followed. ...
My car was in the shop and I needed to get to my exercise class so I called my boyfriend and asked him to give me a ride; I said that I was sure I could get someone in the class to give me a lift home. [I should point out right now that ours was a non-sexual relationship and that we did not live together.] When he arrived, I had already put on my leotard and tights, and when he saw he, he just stared. I could also see movement in his crotch. But why would I be surprised? I had a nice figure and the spandex showed it. ...