After a very sexually active 2012, 2013 started with something I hadn’t been accustomed to in a long time: A sexual dry spell.
Mind you, my marriage certainly had a lack of sex life. But there were no real dry spells – at least, not until towards the end when I just gave up begging for it and gave up already. It was a continuous routine, and it made our sex life just that less fun to be around. It wasn’t a thing we could do together; it was a requirement.
After the divorce, I really didn’t wait; I knew if I waited too long to have sex, it would become a big production number and I would get more worried and fearful. I couldn’t let that happen. So after a month, it happened with Mr. Love-of-my-Life. Then it was full steam ahead – that was, until AD broke my … Read more