It is really tough. I have a lot of trouble with it because I hate that sex is so important to me, here I have this amazing person who is ready to give me everything and yet I go home sometimes and almost cry because I feel like something so major is missing. But, why is it that important??? Why can’t I just be happy with all the other perfect qualities, does dirty sex really matter that much? Is it more important than the way he treats me, the trust I have for him, the stability he has? Idk, I go back and forth. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Right now I miss him and I want to snuggle and watch movies. But tonight, it will matter again. And I’ll get resentful. It makes me feel like something is really, really wrong with be tbh. The sex is still good, too. It’s not like he doesn’t get me off or something. I just want that kind of connection where sex isn’t just an act, it’s a place. Like a safe place you go where you can both do/say/be anything. Where you want every part of them in and on you. Completely mixed and intertwined. You want them to spit in your mouth, you want your sweat to mix, you play with pain and pleasure, you can pretend to be someone else, you can say the most sick and twisted things without fear, you want to make them cum so hard their body becomes a puddle, you’d bathe in their cum. Ugh :(
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