True. Maybe I should have said something. I just worried that, if I made it about one specific incident, he'd just come back with a bunch of reasons and excuses. I didn't know you wanted to go out for your birthday, we only went out for my wife's because the kids wanted to, stuff like that.
Yeah, more explanations and defense mechanisms. Who needs that. Glad you kept it short and sweet.
He actually said something along those lines - sex was the root of our relationship blah blah. Ouch.
That hurt? Well, you know, you've said here many times the sex was the best part of what you had going with Dag. Long hours of intense wonderful sex. I know YOU wanted more. But admit it, the sex was great. And you don't get enough of the right kind of sex from Andy. So, it definitely fulfilled that need of yours at least.
I appreciate this, thank you. It's hard for me to understand because 1) I get lots of endorphins cuddling my platonic friends...
Well, sure. I get endorphins from cuddling Pixi when she isn't feeling sexual. I get endorphins from cuddling kids and stroking cats at my childcare jobs. I get endorphins from the brief hugs I get from platonic friends and my adult kids, and from my granddaughter's hugs and snuggles. But, I don't get the huge endorphin rush actual orgasms give, and then the long soothing afterglow as the endorphins linger. Hell, breastfeeding my children gave me (gives all women) warm cuddly low grade oxytocin rushes, it's nature's way of making mothers want to nurse, but it's nothing like sex.
...and 2) turning off sexual feelings is very easy for me, plus if I have them and can't act on them it's not bothersome to me. Sometimes it helps to be reminded I'm an outlier in those ways!
You are. You're welcome. I am really struggling with being downgraded from lovers to friends with Punk. I am not sure he wants to keep "snuggling." And I know snuggling someone I am attracted to makes me horny so... it really wouldn't help.
I know a big part of wanting to stay in touch and stay friends is that it would help my guilty feelings. Because that's the overriding emotion I have right now. Guilt for being selfish, guilt for hurting someone I love, guilt for wanting to move on and be with someone else someday.
Aha, I bet one reason Punk wants to remain friends with me is guilt over hurting me with his current lack of romantic feelings and desire! I know he's tended towards feeling a lot of guilt since his mom died, at the relief he feels from the caretaking being over, the new freedom. Maybe he has guilt about me too. Hmm...!
He must think it helps to let me know that he LIKES me still, despite losing his desire for me. Well, I guess it does, in a small way. He told me on our second and third dates I was as much fun vertically as horisontally. I appreciate very much he likes me as a friend. I like him that way too! But still, I am afraid sitting close to him on my couch, inches away, close enough to smell him and feel his body heat, my thwarted unrequited desire for him will do more harm to my psyche than good. Also, going out on a friend date, shopping, hiking, a restaurant meal, I know I would admire his good looks and cute ways from afar, and just fucking WANT him. Frustration, adrenaline and cortisol instead of the 5 times increase in oxytocin and the endorphins that sex brings? Um, I think the choice is obvious which I would prefer. Sexual release even lowers my back pain for a while.
I think it will stress me out, to be so close yet so far, when what I want, desire, need, is excitement, full on naked pleasure... The way, after we'd chatted a while, he would hug me and murmur, "Wanna go play?" flashing his crooked grin, his mischievous sparkling eyes laughing into mine. The scent and texture of his black richly curled Italian hair as my face and lips touches it, the taste of his mouth, our slippery tongues wrestling and massaging each other, the sensuous tickle of his goatee and cheek stubble, the cute idiosyncratic way he would rub his nose on mine. Being embraced by his entire sexy body, the way I would melt when the tense masculine muscles and smooth skin of his arms would embrace me, the fun jack-in-the-box way his cock would release when he would unbutton his jeans, already hard and moist with pre-cum from kissing. Or the equally fun feeling of taking it semi-aroused into my mouth and making it harden helplessly with desire. The delicious sensation and challenge of his insistent friendly happy cock thrusting into the back of my throat. The way he grasps my breasts, smooshes them together to suck the nipples simultaneously. His excited sounds when he passionately gives me oral sex, the rhythmic rollicking fucking, like the surf smashing on the shore. The hearty spanks on my ass he used to love to give, alternating several series of intense whacks, delivered by hand or flogger, with the reward of vigorous finger fucking, and ass kisses, admiring the pink color of my cheeks out loud. Then his penis entering me, opening me, stretching me. The multiple orgasms he'd give me, mercilessly, patiently drawing out as many as I could deliver, soaking his hands, arms, face, neck, cock and belly with my juices, and finally the warm delicious feeling of being spent and drained and bonded afterwards, the snuggles, the little nap entangled in each others' arms and legs.
Yeah. I miss that a lot.