Britva415
"Alabaster," my ass
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This would be a much bigger problem to me than even the sex.My SO won't talk to me about why.
Are we partners or what the f are we even doing
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This would be a much bigger problem to me than even the sex.My SO won't talk to me about why.
Sponge your posts and things have gotten me off. Thank you.Just need to help each other get off once in a while. Sounds fun to me.
Evidently really hard for my wife.Yea at this point I would take anything. How hard is a blowjob really
The drive or lack there of is what has killed my sexlife.He's gotten the pills..... They work for the immediate issue... But the drive, the desire, the stolen opportunities.... He hasn't gotten anything for that
Unfortunately it looks like you should have taken notice of that red flag ... Like most of us, you've got some good things in your relationship but the bad things far out-weigh them. Some of what you wrote in your post did make me angry for you - definitely selfish and inconsiderate and deserving of some sharp words if nothing else.I am in a sexless relationship, I fancy him, he smells great and the best kisser. And we laugh a lot.
He doesn't like being touched, always telling me to get off him.
If I didn't make a move he won't.
I was a late developer in my teens, found the wrong person. Single parent next 20yrs.
Aged 40 went mad for 5 yrs. Promiscuous.
Then with my now partner, who I actually hated for 15 yrs, been together 15yrs. Should have seen the red flag when he was more interested in his shed roof than me in his bed.
He won't talk about it, gets angry. Think some is a defence mechanism.
He isn't interested in anything I say or do.
He bought some pills and sold them on.
Our body shape may hinder, but I love doggie. And it's not even the sex, it's the skin to skin, the caressing.
He says I've put weight on, his a barrel.
He doesn't like how I dress or walk around the house, barely covered.
His love language is food. I love food.
He cooked himself a breakfast the other day and didn't ask or do me one. He couldn't understand why I got upset. It was that I didn't get a meal, but that he doesn't even want to do that for me.
He then started criticising me about the home.
Not only am I his flat mate, but housekeeper as well
Have had a few really tempting offers lately. But is it really worth it.
I AM DRIVING MYSELF MAD.
Any opinions?
Sorry if too much, really am at end of my tether
I'm sure there are people out there who would love to have fun with you ... Just a shame I'm probably 5000+ miles awayI am a 64 year old female and I haven't been sexually active with my husband for over 5 years now. God, I want some fun.
Outstanding post!The Silence Between Skin
We don’t talk enough about the loneliness of being touched less in a world that touches everything but you.
We don’t talk about what it does to your soul when the person who once undressed you with a single glance now looks right through you.
We don’t talk about the nights you lie beside someone and still feel entirely alone.
Sexless marriage.
It’s not just about the act - it’s about the silence. The hollow ache of being undesired. The part of you that slowly stops reaching, stops hoping, stops existing in the way you used to.
And yet - here, in this place called Lit - we find others.
People who know. People who feel.
Writers who give language to what we’ve buried. Readers who understand the sharp edge of longing. Strangers who say, I see you, and mean it in a way that matters more than we can explain.
Sometimes it’s a comment. Sometimes a story. Sometimes a wicked flirt that makes you smile again - for the first time in weeks.
Here, our thoughts are not “too much.”
Here, desire is not shameful.
Here, our imagination doesn’t rot - it blooms.
Lit has become more than an escape. It’s a reclamation. Of pleasure. Of connection. Of the parts of us we thought were gone.
So if you're reading this and feeling that same quiet despair - know this:
You are not the only one who has forgotten what it feels like to be wanted.
And you are not the only one learning to feel alive again through words, mischief, and the magic of being seen.
And if we're lucky - just maybe - we’ll find someone here who doesn’t just understand the loneliness… but knows how to touch it away.
You are too kind, thank you.Outstanding post!
Wow.. the truth hurts ......... awesomeAdvice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.
It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.
I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.
So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.
There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”
And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.
Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.
So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.
You are so right about Lit. My FWB found me here(she is also in a sexless marriage). Since we started seeing each other, my sex depression has gone away, and my confidence has returned.You are too kind, thank you.
"Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen"Advice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.
It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.
I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.
So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.
There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”
And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.
Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.
So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.
I can relate. Sometimes the urges get too high.I am at the point where I want Intamacy, to be seen, so bad that my mind is not letting me focus on anything else. I have work I need to get done but just cant focus. Ugh............
Sometimes the hunger swells until it aches - and that’s alright.I can relate. Sometimes the urges get too high.
It is burning throughout my entire body and soul right now…Sometimes the hunger swells until it aches - and that’s alright.
It is proof we are still here, still breathing, still made of fire.
Desire is not a flaw; it’s the pulse that reminds us we are alive.
@SmoothshavendadIt is burning throughout my entire body and soul right now…
I long to share it…@Smoothshavendad
Then let it burn - through bone, through breath, through every guarded corner of you.
A fire like that is not meant to be tamed.
It’s the soul remembering what it was made for.
It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.@RoanMtn
Twenty years is a long time to quiet that part of yourself.
But if the ember is still there - even if it’s only a glow - it means your fire never truly died.
And fire, no matter how long it sleeps, always remembers how to burn.
Then let it spill from you.I long to share it…
Yes… the body may crave, but the soul hungers deeper.It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.
Then let it spill from you.
Somewhere in these halls, there is a soul aching for exactly what you carry -
a hunger shaped to fit yours.
You will not know until you offer it.
ExactlyIt's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.