by HornymanExtraordinaire » Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:44 am
There were times in the past where I had questioned motives and whatnot for dating and making female companionship in general. While certain carnal inhibitions existed at times, I soon found that the more pure feelings outlasted or were stronger than the aforementioned. I once thought I, too, had found an incredible girl with which I could spent plenty of time. I knew we wouldn't have sex, as was both her and my upbringing. I knew that at some time we may get close, although we never did.
After over a year and half together we finally split, after the previous few months hadn't been going well. For a while thoughts of women, relationships, and the sex that would sometimes precipitate from such companionship were the furthest from my mind. I thought it'd be alright to be single for a while, what with college looming and whatnot. I could not have nights to myself, I could now spend time with my family, and (in the more selfish and sexual aspect) I could now masturbate without feeling the guilt I sometimes felt after thinking of or looking at someone who wasn't her.
This placated me for a few months, but soon I met a girl who I knew was different. I could tell she was the perfect one for me, looking at her calm, optimistic nature. Her soothing smile, which rarely faded from her glowing face, seemed to tell me that everything would be alright, and that life will go on no matter what. After a couple of months knowing her, we began to date.
Yes, she is beautiful---stunningly so---and yes, I knew she was or had probably been the subject of a few guys' fantasies, but not mine. For the first few months of our relationship I thought nothing sexual of her. Perhaps it had to do with how innocently sweet she was, how she cared for me and had patience for me in a way I'd never before experienced. In my mind I felt as though thinking of her in any way other than the purest would somehow tarnish that image of her, because I knew there was far more to her than lustful desire.
We've been together for quite some time now, and our love for each other is deeper than any I knew could exist between us. She's unlike any person I've ever met, and I've been able to share things with her that I never though I'd reveal to anyone.
I wondered, though, if things would change after we began to make out frequently. Our fervent sessions led from kissing to the occasional touch through clothing, then one night we found ourselves with her topless and me with my shorts down and my cock standing erect. We didn't have sex that night, and to this day haven't, and that's more than fine with me.
How unique it was for me to wake up that next morning, and every subsequent morning, to find that we still care for each other and think of each other in the same way despite our sexual yearnings becoming known and partially acted upon. If anything, this outpouring of primitive emotion strengthened our relationship. To this day when I see her I don't imagine her partially naked or with my penis in her hand. I don't think to myself how blissfully pleasing it would be to have sex with her, nor do I wish with all of my might that we'll do that again. Would I stop us if our frenetic ways led to such actions? No, but if we never did it again I feel that our relationship would not change or suffer.
To me, reflecting on my previous points, it eases my mind to know that I am not one of the many guys out there addicted to sex or sexual pleasures with my girlfriend. It's good to know that our relationship is not based on such actions, either, and that we don't think of each other just by the parts of our bodies society deems to be private. Part of this comes from my faith, some from my upbringing, and the rest is because of her, and I thank her everyday for that, whether I vocalize such articulations or not.