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Post by wewbwb on May 9, 2016 9:47:37 GMT -5
I LOVE love! In all its forms. But, I know I haven't experienced the great passionate love of my life. When H and I got married, we were great friends (still are) and had sex on a regular basis. Over the years, the sex well dried up. Before I die, I WANT to know what it feels like to be so consumed by love, passion and lust, that I'm seduced and taken. Over and over again. I need to experience that one time. I do know what you mean - I always felt that desire. Not to fulfill a "role" but to fulfill a "need". And not to bring anyone's spirits down- but I sometimes wonder what I could have been had I had that in my life. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 10:09:00 GMT -5
I would like to. I'm a hopeless romantic and I would love to have someone care about me as much as I care about them. Someone to go out and do things with and then at the end of the day come home and make love. I don't need them to marry me or even live with me but I would like that higher more intimate level of companionship. Exactly how I feel. I describe it sometimes as "I want to belong to someone, and they belong to me". That's not quite the right word....it imply's too much control or...idk...it's just not the right word. I want to get "lost" in someone, something I wrote a lot about on EP. And at the end of the day, it's not only to come home and make love, but something deeper than that. I describe it as having someone that at the end of the day, at night when we get ready for bed...I can take off my armor, the armor I wear all day long that protects me, protects my heart, protects my feelings, makes me confident and shields me from the day to day. Its not bad armor. It's *my* armor. Armor that fits me, like a well worn glove. Everyone has it, and it's needed in this world. Mine has all the chinks and scrapes that come along with living in this world. It even has holes in it where it's been pierced and patched...to some degree. It fit's me and it's ehhh....comfortable.... but at night.... I want to take it off. Completely. Leave it laying on the floor, next to the bed, waiting for tomorrow when I have to wear it again. All the things I'm worried about, concerned about, working on..home, work, life in general...lay there in that suit of armor. And the person that I love, that cares about me, that I belong too...takes her's off as well, laying her's on her side. When we get in bed, we are both open, vulnerable, soft...no armor, no coverings of our hearts or souls. Completely naked and open to each other. So that when I lay down and watch as they come to bed, I can hold out my arms and say a quiet "C'mere"...and she scootches over into my arms, snuggling into her spot under my arm, laying her head on my chest, looking to me for the feeling of being safe....protected...loved and wanted. That fulfills me, as a man. Providing that place of safety and protection. I would take on the world...to protect her. And then, as the lights go out, we both feel each other's warmth, feel and listen to each other's breath and hearts. They slow together, in rhythm. Our focus comes to the feeling of soft caresses, whether they lead to making love or not. And the world goes away. It comes down to just us two, feeling loved and wanted, with all the worry's safely tucked away in our suits next to the bed. Just us. Every night. Recharging. Refocusing on the most important thing in live.....Us. Just us. As we find desire and make love, soft or passionate...or as we just drift off to sleep...... It's Just Us. |
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Post by ggold on May 9, 2016 10:33:09 GMT -5
And then, as the lights go out, we both feel each other's warmth, feel and listen to each other's breath and hearts. They slow together, in rhythm. Our focus comes to the feeling of soft caresses, whether they lead to making love or not. And the world goes away. It comes down to just us two, feeling loved and wanted, with all the worry's safely tucked away in our suits next to the bed. Just us. Every night. Recharging. Refocusing on the most important thing in live.....Us. Just us. As we find desire and make love, soft or passionate...or as we just drift off to sleep...... It's Just Us. OMG...you are killing me here! ugh! YES!!! |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 10:37:03 GMT -5
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Post by bballgirl on May 9, 2016 10:51:22 GMT -5
I describe it sometimes as "I want to belong to someone, and they belong to me". That's not quite the right word....it imply's too much control or...idk...it's just not the right word. I want to get "lost" in someone, something I wrote a lot about on EP. And at the end of the day, it's not only to come home and make love, but something deeper than that. I describe it as having someone that at the end of the day, at night when we get ready for bed...I can take off my armor, the armor I wear all day long that protects me, protects my heart, protects my feelings, makes me confident and shields me from the day to day. Its not bad armor. It's *my* armor. Armor that fits me, like a well worn glove. Everyone has it, and it's needed in this world. Mine has all the chinks and scrapes that come along with living in this world. It even has holes in it where it's been pierced and patched...to some degree. It fit's me and it's ehhh....comfortable.... but at night.... I want to take it off. Completely. Leave it laying on the floor, next to the bed, waiting for tomorrow when I have to wear it again. All the things I'm worried about, concerned about, working on..home, work, life in general...lay there in that suit of armor. And the person that I love, that cares about me, that I belong too...takes her's off as well, laying her's on her side. When we get in bed, we are both open, vulnerable, soft...no armor, no coverings of our hearts or souls. Completely naked and open to each other. So that when I lay down and watch as they come to bed, I can hold out my arms and say a quiet "C'mere"...and she scootches over into my arms, snuggling into her spot under my arm, laying her head on my chest, looking to me for the feeling of being safe....protected...loved and wanted. That fulfills me, as a man. Providing that place of safety and protection. I would take on the world...to protect her. And then, as the lights go out, we both feel each other's warmth, feel and listen to each other's breath and hearts. They slow together, in rhythm. Our focus comes to the feeling of soft caresses, whether they lead to making love or not. And the world goes away. It comes down to just us two, feeling loved and wanted, with all the worry's safely tucked away in our suits next to the bed. Just us. Every night. Recharging. Refocusing on the most important thing in live.....Us. Just us. As we find desire and make love, soft or passionate...or as we just drift off to sleep...... It's Just Us. Very beautifully said. The comfort level of being myself and looking my worst and being accepted for who I was... I felt that with my ex to some degree and I think that kept me in fear of leaving for a while. I know you are talking about intimacy and my ex was intimacy averse so I never experienced anything like that. Maybe one day I'll meet someone and we can take each other there. |
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Post by Rhapsodee on May 9, 2016 11:23:34 GMT -5
I feel for you and your frustration. Why are things so unbalanced? My husband would be thrilled if I were like your wife. No sexual pressure. He could cuddle with me and touch me and I wouldn't want sex or see it as an opportunity for sex. We would be the happiest couple around!
I am healthy and able to be on HRT. My libido is normal (whatever normal is) I know other women that are on HRT that have low libido.
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Post by misssunnybunny on May 9, 2016 14:23:22 GMT -5
itsjustus, your post reminded me of this e.e. cummings poem:  |
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Post by DryCreek on May 9, 2016 19:22:04 GMT -5
Before I die, I WANT to know what it feels like to be so consumed by love, passion and lust, that I'm seduced and taken. Over and over again. I need to experience that one time. I do know what you mean - I always felt that desire. Not to fulfill a "role" but to fulfill a "need". And not to bring anyone's spirits down- but I sometimes wonder what I could have been had I had that in my life. For certain, I could have done so much more with my life. This desire consumes me to distraction; there are hours a day I could have been more productive, chased some dream, realized some vision. I still pursue these things, but with far less focus and intensity than if I was emotionally fulfilled. The corollary... If I was on fire with passion, instead of smoldering unsatisfactorily - it couldn't help but intensify who I am and what I do, far beyond my time in the bedroom. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 20:23:01 GMT -5
And then, as the lights go out, we both feel each other's warmth, feel and listen to each other's breath and hearts. They slow together, in rhythm. Our focus comes to the feeling of soft caresses, whether they lead to making love or not. And the world goes away. It comes down to just us two, feeling loved and wanted, with all the worry's safely tucked away in our suits next to the bed. Just us. Every night. Recharging. Refocusing on the most important thing in live.....Us. Just us. As we find desire and make love, soft or passionate...or as we just drift off to sleep...... It's Just Us. OMG...you are killing me here! ugh! YES!!! I know, right? I can envision this in my head so clearly, it kills me at times. This is so what I want in life. I now know what is meant by those who say it's the simple pleasures in life that are important. The simple act of being with someone who you trust so much..with everything...your heart, your body, your finances, your safety...your very soul, that this is how you could end each and every day. Just give yourself over to them, for safe keeping until the next day, as they do with you. It seems so simple, so easy....and yet....so elusive. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 20:24:13 GMT -5
Aww....[blush] High praise from a professional word smith. Thanks. |
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Post by ggold on May 9, 2016 20:30:23 GMT -5
OMG...you are killing me here! ugh! YES!!! I know, right? I can envision this in my head so clearly, it kills me at times. This is so what I want in life. I now know what is meant by those who say it's the simple pleasures in life that are important. The simple act of being with someone who you trust so much..with everything...your heart, your body, your finances, your safety...your very soul, that this is how you could end each and every day. Just give yourself over to them, for safe keeping until the next day, as they do with you. It seems so simple, so easy....and yet....so elusive. And...you are still killing me with these words....sigh!!!! I want the same.  |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 20:58:03 GMT -5
May 1, 2016 at 7:07pm bballgirl said: I would like to. I'm a hopeless romantic and I would love to have someone care about me as much as I care about them. Someone to go out and do things with and then at the end of the day come home and make love. I don't need them to marry me or even live with me but I would like that higher more intimate level of companionship. Very beautifully said. The comfort level of being myself and looking my worst and being accepted for who I was... I felt that with my ex to some degree and I think that kept me in fear of leaving for a while. I know you are talking about intimacy and my ex was intimacy averse so I never experienced anything like that. Maybe one day I'll meet someone and we can take each other there. I never felt this comfort level with my ex either, just being myself, looking my worst, and being *accepted*.... That's the key word. I was accepted for who and how I was...but never much beyond the feeling of...tolerated. "Ehh...he's like that" My ex was intimacy adverse as well, so I was left to imagine this level of trust, this level of intimacy. I'm a hopeless romantic too. That's why your words struck such a chord with me. "To have someone care about me as much as I care about them" Its possible. It takes work and being able to accept, and fall in love with, the differences that make it a challenge. But I have to believe it is possible. |
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Post by bballgirl on May 9, 2016 21:06:15 GMT -5
Very beautifully said. The comfort level of being myself and looking my worst and being accepted for who I was... I felt that with my ex to some degree and I think that kept me in fear of leaving for a while. I know you are talking about intimacy and my ex was intimacy averse so I never experienced anything like that. Maybe one day I'll meet someone and we can take each other there. I never felt this comfort level with my ex either, just being myself, looking my worst, and being *accepted*.... That's the key word. I was accepted for who and how I was...but never much beyond the feeling of...tolerated. "Ehh...he's like that" My ex was intimacy adverse as well, so I was left to imagine this level of trust, this level of intimacy. I'm a hopeless romantic too. That's why your words struck such a chord with me. "To have someone care about me as much as I care about them" Its possible. It takes work and being able to accept, and fall in love with, the differences that make it a challenge. But I have to believe it is possible. Yes it's possible. Just a matter of meeting the right person that you have attraction for, then chemistry, things in common, and then if it's meant to be it will happen. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 21:19:07 GMT -5
I never felt this comfort level with my ex either, just being myself, looking my worst, and being *accepted*.... That's the key word. I was accepted for who and how I was...but never much beyond the feeling of...tolerated. "Ehh...he's like that" My ex was intimacy adverse as well, so I was left to imagine this level of trust, this level of intimacy. I'm a hopeless romantic too. That's why your words struck such a chord with me. "To have someone care about me as much as I care about them" Its possible. It takes work and being able to accept, and fall in love with, the differences that make it a challenge. But I have to believe it is possible. Yes it's possible. Just a matter of meeting the right person that you have attraction for, then chemistry, things in common, and then if it's meant to be it will happen. It sounds like a tall order doesn't it? Meeting them, attraction, chemistry, things in common.....I'd call that fate. It's happened...I just ran smack into the "if it's meant to be, it will happen" part. [sigh] But I'm not going to give up. It's a beautiful, wondrous thing. |
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Post by itsjustus on May 9, 2016 21:26:56 GMT -5
And not to bring anyone's spirits down- but I sometimes wonder what I could have been had I had that in my life. ........if I was emotionally fulfilled. The corollary... If I was on fire with passion, instead of smoldering unsatisfactorily - it couldn't help but intensify who I am and what I do, far beyond my time in the bedroom. I agree with this entirely. Being emotionally fulfilled, having that "certainty" waiting for you at home each night, has to allow you to be more confident, more focused...hell..even take more risks..in life. You allow yourself to be more intense in who you are and what you do, knowing that someone has your back, emotionally. It's a component of what you are, and if it's missing, then you are always left being distracted by the thoughts of what could have been, what should have been..... Its the flip side of having that one person who can recharge you, emotionally, physically, sexually...even spiritually. |
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