The Winding Road...

Well, hello! Where to begin...firstly thank you so much for all your stories of hope and support and love and compassion. When I first fell upon this site the warmth of spirit everyone showed was so uplifting..
What a personal place to share, and how sensitively it is talked about. When I look back on my relationships, only three, somehow I've been bearable (!) I see how much my generation were tricked into thinking it was all so healthy. Lads mags, FHM, Bizarre, videos shared around. It was innocent, harmless. It was the beauty of women, their power.
But something else was being set in place. A sense of performance, disconnect. Sex was to be fantastical, edgy, not boring. Not loving, connected and kind. Those rare moments of warm ecstasy were few and far between, guarded between a fear of not being exciting enough. Not realizing that the competition with fellow 'designer' females would be our undoing. I love the real thing. If I had the chance much more of my time would be devoted to it. But how do you get over the gradual erosion of your body confidence? A body noticed by all except your loved one, satisfied as he is by his easily accessible online harem. How would I ever persuade him that time devoted to me would remind him of the real times, not a semi simulation of a movie. I hope I've not been too abstract..Thank you for reading

 

Thank you lfromcr, it's so sad isn't it? How did such a fun and happy sharing of love get turned into something so painful?
Yes I really hope so too. Well done for your strength together.