I haven’t written much since Covid started, partly because it just didn’t seem an appropriate time to be writing my chipper, cheerful sex exploits what with everything going on in the world. And partly because, well, there weren’t really any chipper, cheerful sex exploits to report on.
My (face to face) sex life has been virtually nil over the past nearly a year now (gulp!). Although I do have it luckier than some. A number of my FWBs have been riding it out alone and have had sex maybe once or twice, or in some instances not at all, since Covid hit. In my case, Kimber, my wife, has upped her game slightly. Which means we’ve had sex a grand total of I think six times since March last year. Which is about twice our usual rate, so I can’t exactly complain!
The first three or four months my mind just wasn’t much on sex at all. The world’s situation didn’t feel too sexy, and I was pretty consumed by news of the pandemic and the U.S. elections, and I was just focused on getting my family and loved ones through our time of sheltering in place.
But starting in November or so, maybe inspired by the sea change the U.S. election brought about, I found myself growing increasingly horny. Which on the one hand was great, because it was nice to be in the mood again. But on the other it was even more frustrating, because it all felt so close and yet so far.
Ah, I nearly forgot to mention. Kimber and I agreed that I’d keep my nose clean during Covid. Out of respect for her and my daughters’ health. She doesn’t want me swapping spit with people she’s never met, and I can’t really blame her.
At first I thought that meant a month or two without sex, which I thought was no problem, I can do that. But then I realized it was going to stretch into the summer, and fall, and winter, and into 2021. Well, that was a different ballgame altogether.
But a commitment is a commitment, and all things considered I’ve been one of the very lucky ones. My family and I are healthy, and my business is doing fine. A few months or more of celibacy is a price worth paying in a global pandemic.
But that’s not to say I haven’t been pursuing other creative potential outlets, as necessity is the mother of invention. I’ve been sexting quite a bit, as I’ve found that a number of FWBs are in a similar position, or worse, and are horny as all fuck. I’ve been sexting with like-minded people in a couple of sex-positive online groups I belong to. I’m also making new connections with women and couples on places like Tinder, Hinge, 3Fun, and Feeld.
Some of the women I’ve met have not felt a man’s touch in the better part of a year, or even longer. Some of my existing friends were anti-sexting prior to the pandemic, but after sheltering in place went all in. I’ve exchanged pictures and videos and sexy written words. I’ve had mutual virtual masturbation sessions. On a couple occasions I’ve sexted earlier in the evening with an East Coast friend, then had another equally lovely session with a friend in California.
I’ve also been thinking about and planning for the day when I get to see my sexy friends face to face again. Because as much as virtual sex has been my lifeline throughout all of this, it by no means takes the place of a long, slow, sensual kiss. Or playfully undressing a beautiful woman. Or spending a long, leisurely interlude up close and personal with her pussy.
And now that the end seems just about in sight, my spirits are finally buoyed, and I’m allowing myself to feel the faintest bit of optimism. This last stretch is killing me, but I am pretty sure I can make it.
All I can say to the sexy friends in my life is look out. Because there are many who are going to have a difficult time walking normally when I’m through with them.
