You are accomplished and meet someone whose company you enjoy that’s highly compatible. Though not exactly a spring chicken, you put your affections on reserve for someone special. Now that your wedding day fast approaches, you ready yourself to put that piquant wit on full display – unrestrained. He knows you are innocent but has no idea about that sensuous side of you which exists on the outer limits. Yet tonight, you may just let him cross the line and be inclined to let room service ice trail down your spine. Nightfall fast approaches, and the wedding guests are gone. You anticipate being carried over a threshold with some fortuitous tap of the derriere as you recoil in shock with a sprinkle of wanting.
A month has elapsed and you’re still a virgin. You are in the honeymoon period. However, articles of clothing stay on. You even start to question whether you did something to deserve this by spurning the affections of men for years. You realize you are talking crazy at this point. Then two months pass by, and you’re fed up with the unilateral sexual interest. You know someone else could appreciate your sumptuous frame. The fact that you must convince him to ravish you is embarrassing. So is the dry spell that started on day one. Now it has been four months and you question where his gusto is. Why doesn’t he want to grab you by the ankle resulting in a semi-concussion upon hitting your head and do the unspeakable. At this point, you would not even mind foul play.
You question how you allowed yourself to get into what looks like an asexual marriage. Was it his appearance that got you, his other amiable personality traits or his financial stability? On paper he’s certainly a catch hence why you wish to hold on. You take commitment very seriously and aren’t the type to just cut your losses and run. You also fear the opinions of others as the subject of a lack of intimacy triggers intense feelings of shame. Also, having never been sexually active before you are comfortable with the status quo.
It has been six months and now the black lace number in the back of your closet is getting more action from cob webs than you are. You fear the worst and cry a bit. Muttering to yourself that you are too beautiful to be a beard. It is after such time that you ask him what the deal is because this arrangement appears more like a roommate rather than a husband. He finally reluctantly confides in you that he has been ashamed about having ED.
It has been six months and now the black lace number in the back of your closet is getting more action from cob webs than you are. You fear the worst and cry a bit. Muttering to yourself that you are too beautiful to be a beard. It is after such time that you ask him what the deal is because this arrangement appears more like a roommate rather than a husband. He finally reluctantly confides in you that he has been ashamed about having ED.
Generally, what would you do if you got yourself into a sexless marriage? Not just one that happens like in the colourful fiction above but also if it occurred years down the road.
I instantly thought of worse case scenarios in marriage.
