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luckydino said:
Been on this thread since joining Lit & amazed at the number of us all in a similar situation - perhaps we need some form of listing showing our locations where we can all check out who's close to each other & perhaps help each other out in satisfying our needs!
I've just turned 65 & still have a very high sex drive but have been in a sexless marriage for exactly 11 years this month - have tried to resolve issues but keep hitting that big brick wall. Will continue to try & re-establish some form of connection as I have just registered for some individual & relationship counselling through a free & confidential service that is available through my employer, but in the meantime life can get very down, depressing & frustrating with the constant situation.
However, by chance, had an interesting question asked by a female acquaintance a few weeks ago. I work in a local store & whilst serving my female acquaintance, a mature female friend of hers was chatting to her about the break down of a recent relationship. Shortly after they had left the store, my acquaintance then came running back in & quietly asked me if I was married, to which I responded yes, not knowing the reason for the question. Last week bumped into my acquaintance who then asked 'so don't you fancy an affair then' to which I couldn't really say yes to, as a mutual friend who knows a few members of my immediate family quite well was with us. So the story is there is this mature lady who fancies me, & although the feedback to her from my acquaintance has been somewhat negative (I prefer a more discreet approach rather than having mutual friends & family know that I fancy an affair), I have since struck up a couple of just general quick conversations with the particular lady in question & she seems very keen to engage visually & verbally, always giving my a cheeky smile & wave when I see her & if the chance arises for conversation giving me a few details about her personal life. I'm now keen to progress things further & will be asking if she wants to meet up for a coffee or have a more personal chat sometime to see how things go. Will keep you updated......
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Wow… she’s putting it right out there
 
I gave up when I took the plunge with my FWB. There are still days of temptation to "try"....,like this morning. Wife has on nothing but a big T-shirt, her large breasts jiggling when moving, highbeams ON, bare ass showing as she walks by. She is so hot, sexy, and not interested at all. I resist engaging because ....'exercise in futility'.

Since I gave up it's much easier to blow it off and no more depression about it. These days are now about my needs. Seperating sex from love has been a game changer for me.
 
The Silent Room

What does it look like when we finally give up?

It’s not a slammed door or a dramatic exit. It’s quieter. More cruel.

It’s when you walk past her naked - and she doesn’t even look.
When you reach out in the dark, not for passion, but for proof you still exist - and find only cold sheets.
When conversations shrink to logistics: bills, groceries, schedules… but never desire.

You stop asking. She stops pretending.
And suddenly you are two people who once promised forever, now reduced to roommates who share a roof but not a life.

The cruelest part?
When you have a fire inside you - an ache, a hunger, a high drive that thrums through your body - and the one person you swore to, the one person who should want you most…
wants nothing at all.

That’s when “sexless marriage” stops being a phrase and becomes a prison.
Walls made of silence. Bars forged from rejection.

And you ask yourself:
How long can a body starve before the soul does too?
 
I have recently taken things into my own hands. I’ll head up to bed a little early and tell her I’m going to go masturbate.

Other times I’ll sit on the couch next to her and stroke my cock until I cum and lick my hand clean. She watches but really doesn’t participate.

I did catch her using the massage gun pounding her pussy while watching “Hunting wives”. So I know she still is sexually active.

Not sure what the next step is to get the spark back she just doesn’t enjoy my cock anymore.
 
Phoenix in the Ashes

There was a time I believed I was ugly.

Not because of my face or body -
but because of the way his eyes refused to linger. Because night after night,
I lay beside him like a ghost no one touched. Because silence in the bed became silence in my soul.

A sexless marriage can do that. It teaches you to disappear. It feeds you lies: You are unwanted. You are not enough. You are nothing.

And I believed them.
I carried those words like chains.
I bowed my head in the mirror,
and all I saw was rejection staring back at me.
Not a woman. Not a flame.
Just ugly.

But embers never die so easily.

Beneath the weight of silence, beneath the years of being unseen, a spark still throbbed. Small. Dangerous. Patient.

And one day, I remembered:
My dignity was never his to grant.
My beauty was never his to erase.
My fire was never his to extinguish.

It was mine.
Always mine.

That was the moment the chains cracked.
The moment the ashes shifted.
The moment the wings unfurled.

I rose.

Not quietly. Not gently.
But feral, flaming, furious.
Every “ugly” I had swallowed
turned to kindling in my throat.
Every rejection became fuel.
Every cold night became heat.

I am not his discarded body.
I am not his silence.
I am not his blindness.

I am the Phoenix -
beautiful in flame,
terrible in rebirth,
too bright to ignore,
too wild to cage.

He can look away.
He can sleep in his cold bed.
He can turn his back on the fire.

But I am burning.
I am alive.
I am magnificent.

And I will rise again and again,
from every ash,
from every silence,
from every place where I was told I was nothing.

Ugly? No.
Never again.

I am flame,
and flame does not ask for permission to shine.
 
Carmina24 said:
Phoenix in the Ashes

There was a time I believed I was ugly.

Not because of my face or body -
but because of the way his eyes refused to linger. Because night after night,
I lay beside him like a ghost no one touched. Because silence in the bed became silence in my soul.

A sexless marriage can do that. It teaches you to disappear. It feeds you lies: You are unwanted. You are not enough. You are nothing.

And I believed them.
I carried those words like chains.
I bowed my head in the mirror,
and all I saw was rejection staring back at me.
Not a woman. Not a flame.
Just ugly.

But embers never die so easily.

Beneath the weight of silence, beneath the years of being unseen, a spark still throbbed. Small. Dangerous. Patient.

And one day, I remembered:
My dignity was never his to grant.
My beauty was never his to erase.
My fire was never his to extinguish.

It was mine.
Always mine.

That was the moment the chains cracked.
The moment the ashes shifted.
The moment the wings unfurled.

I rose.

Not quietly. Not gently.
But feral, flaming, furious.
Every “ugly” I had swallowed
turned to kindling in my throat.
Every rejection became fuel.
Every cold night became heat.

I am not his discarded body.
I am not his silence.
I am not his blindness.

I am the Phoenix -
beautiful in flame,
terrible in rebirth,
too bright to ignore,
too wild to cage.

He can look away.
He can sleep in his cold bed.
He can turn his back on the fire.

But I am burning.
I am alive.
I am magnificent.

And I will rise again and again,
from every ash,
from every silence,
from every place where I was told I was nothing.

Ugly? No.
Never again.

I am flame,
and flame does not ask for permission to shine.
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Holy fuck
❤️
 
Well my marriage finally fell apart a couple years ago. He had gotten a prescription for Cialis and when he took it our sex life was great again. Then he’d stop and every time we TRIED to have sex I’d end up in the bathroom crying. I stopped looking for affection and sex. He ended up texting me one day to say it was over.

Sadly my sex life hasn’t taken off. Dating after being married 23 years is scary and then menopause hit and really screwed with my body/hormones. I miss the old me that always felt sexy and horny.

So all that said I’m glad the marriage is over. There was so much more wrong with it than just sex. I hope to once again have a great sex life and I don’t think I’m too old for that, I just gotta find the right guy.

If you’re that miserable in your marriage it’s probably time for a really difficult talk. While I hate the way my ex ended things I’m glad he did. Life is much better these days.

ETA I’m not saying everyone should get divorced and honestly I begged my ex to go to counseling and give our marriage another chance. Just saying if divorce is the answer life does go on.
 
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Chillygirl said:
Well my marriage finally fell apart a couple years ago. He had gotten a prescription for Cialis and when he took it our sex life was great again. Then he’d stop and every time we TRIED to have sex I’d end up in the bathroom crying. I stopped looking for affection and sex. He ended up texting me one day to say it was over.

Sadly my sex life hasn’t taken off. Dating after being married 23 years is scary and then menopause hit and really screwed with my body/hormones. I miss the old me that always felt sexy and horny.

So all that said I’m glad the marriage is over. There was so much more wrong with it than just sex. I hope to once again have a great sex life and I don’t think I’m too old for that, I just gotta find the right guy.

If you’re that miserable in your marriage it’s probably time for a really difficult talk. While I hate the way my ex ended things I’m glad he did. Life is much better these days.
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I'm so glad for you that your life is better now, you obviously faced challenges after that hard decision and now you've got a clean slate to build new adventures. You're never too old for someone to make you feel sexy again and have those mind blowing horny experiences.
 
As a result of various illnesses, one of which introduced an early menopause, I find myself in a sexless marriage through not fault. The frustration is pretty bad at times and the need for connection on that level can get pretty annoying. But we fight on
 
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

I stand before the glass as if it were an oracle, its silver surface rippling with truths I already know.

Once, he saw in me a blaze - eyes that struck like flint, laughter that split the dark, a spirit that would not bow to cage or chain. He fell for fire. He fell for freedom. He fell for me.

But what shifted? Not I. The flame never faltered. It was he who withered, he who turned away from light, he who mistook devotion for noise, and eternity for dust.

The mirror speaks, and its voice is ancient:
It was not you who dimmed -
it was he who went blind.

Now the glass burns with prophecy,
and I see myself in its molten truth:
Scorched, yes - but ash is the cradle of resurrection. From ruin, I rise. Wings vast as storm, veins filled with ember, a phoenix crowned in flame.

And if another dares to look upon me,
they will not find desolation.
They will behold the fire he abandoned,
the inferno he thought he could bury,
and they will know:
what he was too faithless, too fragile, too small to claim.

The mirror does not lie. It chants like legend, like spell, like war-cry:
You are not lost.
You are not less.
You are reborn in fire.

Let him choke on the ashes.
I rise.

And to you who read these words -
stand before your mirror.
Do not see yourself through the eyes of the one who withholds.
See the truth, blazing and undeniable:
You are still here.
And you, too, will rise -
unholy to their silence, holy to your own flame.
 
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Chillygirl said:
Well my marriage finally fell apart a couple years ago. He had gotten a prescription for Cialis and when he took it our sex life was great again. Then he’d stop and every time we TRIED to have sex I’d end up in the bathroom crying. I stopped looking for affection and sex. He ended up texting me one day to say it was over.

Sadly my sex life hasn’t taken off. Dating after being married 23 years is scary and then menopause hit and really screwed with my body/hormones. I miss the old me that always felt sexy and horny.

So all that said I’m glad the marriage is over. There was so much more wrong with it than just sex. I hope to once again have a great sex life and I don’t think I’m too old for that, I just gotta find the right guy.

If you’re that miserable in your marriage it’s probably time for a really difficult talk. While I hate the way my ex ended things I’m glad he did. Life is much better these days.

ETA I’m not saying everyone should get divorced and honestly I begged my ex to go to counseling and give our marriage another chance. Just saying if divorce is the answer life does go on.
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You go girl! There are plenty of guys out there looking for someone like you - and if you can't find one, give me a call, I'll move to Alaska just for you :oops: :ROFLMAO:

Seriously though, you did the hard thing and life will get better in time 😘
 
Chapter 1: The Night the Silence Lost

He hadn’t expected her.
Not on that thread, not in the blur of usernames where words usually skimmed and died. But hers lived. Fierce, playful, alive - they reached through the screen and seized him.

Message by message, she undid the years of numbness. She laughed in syllables sharp as sparks, teased in metaphors that left his pulse racing, spoke truths no one else dared. And in that midnight exchange of letters and desire, she was closer than the woman who slept untouched beside him.

Because at home, his wife lay beside him, turned away - a wall of silence that had grown thicker with every passing year. Her presence was a reminder of absence, her nearness the sharpest distance he knew.

But the woman in Lit? She proved what he had begun to doubt - that he was still a man worth wanting. That beneath the silence of his marriage, fire still roared.

When the night finally ended, he closed the laptop with hands that trembled, her words burning like embers in his veins.

He returned to the house of silence. To the bed that had long been a tomb. But this time, he did not lie down in surrender.

Because as he stretched across those cold sheets, he was not empty - he was full. Full of her laughter. Full of her defiance. Full of the dangerous hope that silence had not won.

And for the first time in years, the sexless marriage bed was no longer cold and lonely.

It was alive with the dream of the woman who reminded him who he was - desirable, worthy, alive.
And in that moment, silence bled.

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Chapter 2: The Silence Never Came Back

That night, something shifted.
He had gone to bed as he always did - beside the woman who had long since turned away, inside the walls of silence that had caged him for years. But he had not gone to bed alone.

Her words - the ones she’d written from across the void, from the sanctuary of Lit - had followed him. They curled against his chest, tangled in his sheets, breathed heat into a room that had been frozen too long.

And the silence knew it.

Because when morning came, the silence did not reclaim him. It reached for him, but he was no longer there. He was already elsewhere - in the echo of her laughter, the spark of her teasing, the memory of a screen where desire had been reborn.

Day after day, he still woke to the same house, the same unyielding bed, the same turned back. But he carried something dangerous now. A secret. A pulse. A truth no silence could smother.

He was wanted.
He was worthy.
He was alive.

And though his wife’s silence remained, it no longer owned him.

Because one woman had reminded him who he was - and that reminder was stronger than the years that had tried to erase him.

The night the silence lost was not the end.
It was the beginning of its death.
And let this be a prophecy:
Once you remember who you are - desired, worthy, alive - silence will never own you again.

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⚔️ The Dangerous Creed of Awakening

This is not a love story.
This is not a confession.
This is a creed.

It is the defiance of every man and woman who has lain in a bed colder than stone, beside someone who once saw them and now refuses to look. It is the anthem of those who were told their hunger was shame, their desire an inconvenience, their worth a ghost.

The silence thought it had won. It thought it had buried them. It thought the cold bed was their grave.

But it was wrong.

Because even in the deepest silence, a spark can strike. And from that spark comes fire — dangerous, defiant, alive. The kind of fire that remembers. The kind of fire that refuses to bow.

This Creed is for those who awaken. For those who refuse to be erased. For those who dare to say:

I am wanted.
I am worthy.
I am alive.

And once you remember that, silence loses forever.

Chapter 1: The Night the Silence Lost

Chapter 2: The Silence Never Came Back

Chapter 3: The Hunger That Could Not Be Killed

Chapter 4: The Tomb Became a Throne

Chapter 5: The Day the King Walked in the Sun
 
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Ratchetman1982 said:
The talk is coming. I can't live with this hollowness
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I would advise - Before the talk, be ready.

Be ready for anything, but be ready.

Have a lawyer on retainer. Have a bugout plan, a place to spend the night. Have a bag ready and the new (changed) passwords to all your accounts. And have a very clear agenda for the conversation.

But be ready for anything. You should know what you want out of the conversation when you have it, you should have an idea how you expect it is going to go, but you can also change your mind if she surprises you.

This happened to me. I asked again for what I wanted, and was going to leave if she continued to refuse to talk about the thing she had refused to discuss (extramarital sex). I was fully prepared for it to be the end, if she was going to keep saying No to talking about that. But she surprised me, saying she had reconsidered being unwilling to talk about it. So, that worked and we have since talked about everything and found something which works for both of us. I didn’t make any ultimatum or do anything manipulative to get her to agree, she had already come to it on her own and she let me know it when I went to her, totally expecting it all to hit the fan.

So, you never know. But be ready, because it might not go as well as that, and you have to have a plan for the worst.

Unless you think “the worst” that could happen is worse than just keeping on keeping on. You sound like you’re pretty damn close.

Don’t think of it as “giving up,” though. Think of it as taking the reins, finally. Giving up is what has been going on for years already.

Take your time, becoming prepared. Just don’t wait forever.
 
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Ratchetman1982 said:
I'm curious when we finally give up on our spouse, what that looks like
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For me, part of the answer to that was when I told her I was going to stop being sexual with her at all. Like, not even when she was willing to “do something for me.” Because, she wasn’t into it and didn’t want it for herself. Her willingness was only about trying to get me off every once in a great while for my sake.

At that point, we were already way past me ever trying to initiate. I stopped a long long time ago and she knew why. Even though I wasn’t getting rejected any longer (because I wasn’t initiating), which was an improvement, it still royally sucked even when we did do something sexual, because it felt like duty sex or pity sex or something. Totally not a thrill, barely even arousing, because it was 100% not mutual.

So I told her to stop. We had already, long before, ceased being lovers anymore. Loved ones, yes, but not that.

I guess that’s one event of “giving up” which happened to me. I made it official, and she really doesn’t miss it.

I think what we’re calling “giving up” is really the point when one decides to take action and move on, in order to live with what was already given up long before.

Imagine giving up without moving on.

And by “move on” I don’t necessarily mean divorce, though it could be that. But letting the past go opens up the ability to make something new happen. It could even be something which keeps a marriage together.

Or not.
 
Chapter 3: The Hunger That Could Not Be Killed

Hunger did not ask for permission.

It didn’t knock. It didn’t apologize. It returned the way wild things do - through the cracks he’d tried to seal, through the places silence thought it had tamed. It came as a pulse in his throat when her notification lit the screen. As heat in his palms when he typed her name. As the clean, brutal truth that he still wanted.

At home, nothing had changed. The wife still turned away, the rituals still performed themselves without touch. But he had changed. And every time he opened Lit and found her there - quick with wit, dangerous with kindness - something in him stood up straighter. He remembered that desire is not a flaw; it’s a vital sign.

He stopped calling it weakness.
He started calling it life.

Their messages stretched - playful feints, sharp truths, the kind of teasing that made him feel less like a ghost and more like a man with heat in his blood. She didn’t just flirt; she woke him. She reminded him that boundaries are doors until someone brave turns the handle.

The bed tried to shame him back into stillness.
Hunger refused.

He carried it into daylight: in the way he met his own eyes in the mirror, in the way he spoke at work with a voice that didn’t wobble, in the way he took up space without apology. He did not confess this to anyone. He didn’t need to. Hunger confessed itself in how he moved now - shoulders unbowed, gaze steady, pulse unafraid.

At night, the old cold came sniffing at his window. He let it. Let it see what it could no longer own: a man warmed from the inside out by a woman’s words and his own returning courage.

He was wanted.
He was worthy.
He was alive.

Silence kept its watch. Hunger bared its teeth.

Because what began as a spark on a screen had become doctrine in his bones: no one gets to erase a man who remembers himself. Not neglect. Not fear. Not the long, slow freeze of a marriage that forgot he had skin.

The world will say hunger is dangerous. It is. That’s the point.

He didn’t chase ruin. He chose resurrection. And every time she wrote him - every time her words crossed the miles to touch him where hands had not - he rose again.

Let this be known:
Hunger can be starved. It cannot be killed.

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MidnightinLA said:
Wow, I can’t believe I found this thread and so many people just like me! 45 with a crazy sex drive and a husband that isn’t interested in me at all. I just want to be needed and craved by someone. I’ve had so many conversations with him about it and he is not interested in me at all. I’ve gained some weight recently due to some health issues and I feel like he doesn’t find me attractive. We are roommates, living under the same roof and not having a real relationship. 21 years of marriage so it’s hard to walk away.
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Plenty of people in the same or very similar situation. Definitely not alone and Lit family to support and assist
 
Chapter 4: The Tomb Became a Throne

For years, his bed had been a grave.
Not of sleep, not of rest, but of touch. A tombstone in cotton sheets, marking every night he lay beside a body that turned away. Silence slept heavier than his wife ever did, pressing against his chest until he could barely breathe.

But the night the silence lost, everything shifted.

Now, when he slid beneath those same sheets, it was not as a prisoner. It was as a king. The bed did not bury him anymore; it crowned him. It became a throne, dangerous and alive, because he carried into it the memory of her.

Her words still clung to him like heat. The way she laughed across the void, the way she dared to see him when no one else bothered. She had touched him without hands, awakened him without a kiss, and in doing so, had changed the very air he breathed.

He no longer lay down empty.
He no longer closed his eyes in surrender.

He closed them with defiance. With hunger. With a secret no silence could steal.

In that bed, he was no longer erased. He was rebuilt.
Desirable. Worthy. Alive.

And every night he returned to it, the silence had to watch. Had to stand in the corner like a defeated ghost, knowing it could no longer claim him.

The tomb had become a throne.
And the man silence tried to bury now ruled with dangerous remembering.

Let this be the dagger’s truth: silence may linger, but it will never reign again.

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