Anxiety
Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 6:36 am
I feel ashamed of admitting it but, last night, when my wife told me to take Cialis tomorrow morning I felt a stab of anxiety. I have posted here previously about how chastity helps me with performance anxiety. If I’m locked up and pleasuring her but don’t maintain an erection it doesn’t matter. I get a lot out of chastity and this is certainly one of the important benefits for me.
My wife has never gotten into my chastity as enthusiastically as it seems some of the wives/girlfriends of some of you guys have. She wears a key, which I appreciate, but doesn’t ask for much sexually and rarely initiates an exchange of sexual energy. So, last night, when she spoke about Cialis I quickly assured her that we didn’t have to have sex that led to intercourse. She delightfully laughed that she loves having me inside her. How about this for a paradox: When she finally expresses an interest in sex I get anxious!
In order to give you a more complete picture I have to add this: She and I often hug but it’s just about always an “affectionate” hug rather than a sexy one. Two nights ago I was feeling particularly needy of sexual attention. I explained to her the important difference for me between the two kinds of contact. We both agreed that the ideal thing for me would be for her to read my mind. And we both agreed that if she couldn’t read my mind I needed to tell her what I needed. (Of course, the best world would be for her to want to do to me what I wanted her to do and for her to be ravenous for my sexual attention) We actually had an excellent talk – open and non-blaming. I kind of assume that her invitation to me last night was a result of that talk.
So, I’m sitting here at 7:30 in the morning with Cialis coursing through my system and my penis feeling ready for action. I’m feeling better for having gotten my feelings out. Thanks for listening.
My wife has never gotten into my chastity as enthusiastically as it seems some of the wives/girlfriends of some of you guys have. She wears a key, which I appreciate, but doesn’t ask for much sexually and rarely initiates an exchange of sexual energy. So, last night, when she spoke about Cialis I quickly assured her that we didn’t have to have sex that led to intercourse. She delightfully laughed that she loves having me inside her. How about this for a paradox: When she finally expresses an interest in sex I get anxious!
In order to give you a more complete picture I have to add this: She and I often hug but it’s just about always an “affectionate” hug rather than a sexy one. Two nights ago I was feeling particularly needy of sexual attention. I explained to her the important difference for me between the two kinds of contact. We both agreed that the ideal thing for me would be for her to read my mind. And we both agreed that if she couldn’t read my mind I needed to tell her what I needed. (Of course, the best world would be for her to want to do to me what I wanted her to do and for her to be ravenous for my sexual attention) We actually had an excellent talk – open and non-blaming. I kind of assume that her invitation to me last night was a result of that talk.
So, I’m sitting here at 7:30 in the morning with Cialis coursing through my system and my penis feeling ready for action. I’m feeling better for having gotten my feelings out. Thanks for listening.