Love is a fucked up thing most of the time…I mean it, love causes more chaos and can completely ruin a man. I give you one small example of the tortures of intimacy.
Over the course of our marriage, we’ve learn much about each other’s bodies. Early on, I would go exploring the endless utopia of her body. It’s the middle of the night. One of the frequent dead sleep times of early marriage sex, where you both get off and the whole event is numbing, focused and intense, I wandered into the creamy vanilla neck region. After extensive helpings of tasting the area, I found her neck to be the sweetest best kind of delicious heaven. It wasn’t until the next day, another frequent early marriage sex sessions, that I began my torture sentence. While getting it on during the day, I remembered the previous night’s neck discovery and went straight for it. My advance was blocked by her neck slamming shut and her chin smashing into my right temple. It happened so fast, I blanked out for a second and forgot what I was doing. She looked at me angrily as if suggesting I was at fault. I was confused.
“Fuck that hurts! Honey, what the fuck? ”
“I’m sorry, but you tickled me.”
“Huh…”
“My neck is very ticklish. I can’t have anything touch my neck.”
"Oh…ok. Wow, I’ve never met someone like that.”
Such is my struggle. I can never have the most amazing and sweet splendor of her neck. It’s dangled out in front of me. I’m a lion in a cage salivating over a massive steak kept just beyond my reach. It’s true and utter torture. That which is desired most can never be had.
Later, I explained about that night. That I had tasted her neck and enjoyed it. And that she hadn’t protested about it tickling. She looked at me and casually explained that she was mostly asleep and that your body turns off the tickling switch when you are in a deep sleep. Another life lesson. Another miserable test for the quest of the myth that is a great marriage. Good thing for me her body is an endless utopia ripe for exploring.
good luck until next time,
DJ Render
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