I apologize for the abrupt post. My DS required my attention. Thank you all for your take on my quandry. I have read Sex Starved and am trying to implement suggestions therein.

Try as I might, I have not been able to get past this. I know there should be some amazing feeling afterward, but it just isn't there for me. I feel that I am making a sincere sacrifice by leaving myself open to the depression to accomodate my DHs needs and desires.

Your advice, input, and/or critique is appreciated.

I don't mind the sun sometime The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and Sugar And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through someone elses eyes BHS-"Pepper"