Darling P,
It's taken me far too many years, but I've at last realized how much more persuasive I am with hubby before he has achieved the most exulted state known to man: post-orgasm complacency. Just today, he was murmuring far too many proclamations of love and adoration-- but only before fully satisfied by my affections. Afterwards, barely attentive, he seemed interested only in knowing how long my droning would continue b/f he could, politely at least, excuse himself from my company.
I'd like to think hubby is unique but know only too well, from my previous though (as you must know) clearly limited experience, that this is not an uncommon occurrence. I've known women to sail upon a raft of jewels while enticing their beloved with their siren song. Once consummated, sadly, the relationship becomes a partial re-enactment of enticement and satisfaction for many years to come. Know one wife (whom I can only admire from afar) who actually creates a check-list of goals for her spouse to complete before their next act of love. Do you suppose I could motivate hubby to sort those long-abandoned single socks in this way?
Really hope you have a solution to this thousands year old dilemma, dearest P. One complicating factor for me, frankly, is my inability to remember that sex is, after all, only to be used as a marital tool and not, utlimately, for one's own satisfaction. Unlike that woman I mentioned, I do seem to have frequent needs of my own which make hubby, even through the glare of his unmatched socks, quite enticing to me.
I do feel, however, it is really a matter of self-discipline, P, and will endeavor to fall in line with all those women I so admire who can, quite easily, resist the call of the wild. They may not be sexually (or at all otherwise) sated, but I imagine their dresser drawers are well-organized. And really, is there any greater satisfaction than that?
C.
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