I'll let NOP speak for himself. My thought is that it would be a nice place to play, but I wouldn't want to live there.

I can see how that would be fun on occasion, but how could it be sustained over a period of weeks, much less years, without levels of acting, performing, coming in at some point? I can also testify that we LDs have often suspected that your scenario is what HD spouses have in mind when the term "desire" gets bandied about.

It does sound exciting. But my pragmatism kicks in and I see it as the sexual equivalent of the way love & relationships are portrayed in soap operas. I watched soaps some back in the 80s. The "good" relationships were always under tension & excitement. The "bad" relationships were predictable, boring and soon ended. To be replaced by a "good" relationship that had tension & excitement. I've known women who watched soap operas and became dissatisfied with their marriages. With their life. Because it can be hard to stay all flowery & romantic with each other when looking across the table, past the spinach-smeared youngster in the chair between you.

Our day consists of: Hugs. Kisses, both pecks and passionate. Snuggles. Several caresses, touches and outright grabs of each others happy parts through our clothes. Butt wiggles at the kitchen sink as an invitation to NOP to slide in behind me and see how well we fit together. The sneak from behind while brushing our teeth. Little nipple tweaks (equal opportunity nipple tweaking). The occasional quickie.

At night, we snuggle up in the bed and under the covers together. We warm each other up, both physically and sexually. Sometimes there's lots of foreplay, sometimes there isn't. Positions and accoutrements vary, but not wildly so. No one lies there like a lump, and no one is swinging from the doors. Neither of us is passive and neither is agressive. There is a mutuality that seems to eliminate desire disparities.

I was having a hard time climaxing the other night. I didn't fantisize about some Hollywood actor. I didn't mentally replay some sexual scene. Rather, I thought to myself "This man loves me." And I came.

That doesn't sound very sexually exciting. It's not going to make someone blush at work. You're not going to find it in any explicit material.

But it seems to meet our needs and feed the hungry part of us.

MrsNOP -