Yeah, that's pretty hot. I had this girlfriend between wife #1 and wife #2 who liked it when I'd do that....now I look back on that relationship and almost wish it would have never happened, as it raised the bar so high.
Anyway, I really appreciate everyone saying that I was right not to touch W when she was shirtless. I feel like I need to start "Pressure-holics Anonymous."
Hi, I'm Hairdog. Audience: Hi, Hairdog. I'm a Pressure-holic. I haven't pressured my W for six months. Audience: Yea, Hairdog. Six months. Six sex-less months. Six months during which I haven't sighed. I haven't touched her body anywhere near anything that could be considered an erogenous zone. Six months of hugging without really letting my body come into contact with her. Six months of Hollywood-style air kissing. Six months of stupid-happy-face without any complaints about anything. Six months of leaving the room during Victoria Secret commercials so she doesn't think that I'm thinking about sex, which she would equate with pressure. Six months of looking into her eyes and no where else, when she comes out the shower, dripping, and wants to talk to me about world events. Six months of sporadic insomnia as she tests my limits by feeling free to touch me, yet ready to immediately cry foul if I try to touch her back. Six months of feeling like a eunuch.
I couldn't have done it without my sponsors here at SSM. I'd run to them every morning with my horror story of how I was SO tempted the night before, and they would pat me on the back and tell me how strong I was.
