Sexless Marriages

Sorry to say, wife has medical issue. No more sex with her. Already been six months. And I want it constantly. Never thought I would be in this situation. M4F Only.
 
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
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.
If you've had "offers" maybe take one or two of them up and have a good time if only to make yourself feel loved and wanted for a few hours. Obviously the best - or scariest - thing you can do is walk out and make a fresh start.

Like some others, I'm available for the "good time for a few hours" but probably too far away ... :devilish:
I 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.
I'm sure there are people out there who would love to have fun with you ... Just a shame I'm probably 5000+ miles away 😜 😘
 
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.
Outstanding post!
 
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.
Wow.. the truth hurts ......... awesome
 
You are too kind, thank you.
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.

We only manage a rendezvous every couple of months.....seems like its not much right? Wrong, it's intense, focused, erotic, satisfying and exhausting. Going from zero sex to this has washed a decade of silence away......nothing replaces actual touch with another..it's truly cathartic.
 
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.
"Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen"

Fantastic post,
This is how I feel. At this point I feel empty.
 
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.
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.
It is burning throughout my entire body and soul right now…
 
@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.
It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.
 
It's not just the sex, it's the intimacy, being touched, holding someone and being held. Feeling wanted.
Yes… the body may crave, but the soul hungers deeper.
For the warmth of being held, the quiet safety of belonging, the unspoken "I want you" in a touch.
That is the fire that lasts long after the heat fades.
 
The Hunger That Hunts Us

When touch becomes a memory.
When the nights grow long with nothing but the heat we refuse to unleash.
When our skin aches for collision.
When desire stalks us in the dark, whispering all the things we do not say aloud.

We told ourselves we could starve it.
Chain it. Bury it under duty and routine.
But hunger does not die - it sharpens.
It waits like a predator in the grass, muscles coiled, teeth bared.

And then we came here - in Lit.
To a place where words strip us bare without mercy.
Where glances bite, and sentences bruise in the sweetest way.
Where we remember - we are still dangerous.
Still alive.
Still capable of ruin.

Maybe we will never taste it at home.
But here, at least, we are not tamed.
 
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