The body desires the convulsion the mind denies. I’m careful to keep my breath from becoming a pant, even as my pulse quickens, but this takes much concentration. More from Narratively: 'Off The Deep End in Captain Karl's Homemade Submarine'Įven worse, maybe he’ll finally say the words I’ve been waiting for him to say since I first told him that I am a sex addict. He’ll think he doesn't satisfy me, and men do not like feeling inadequate, especially when it comes to matters of the bedroom. Too much movement or sound will wake him, and to be found out for something like this is not just embarrassing but potentially destructive. I slip my right hand down my pajama pants and move slowly, careful not to bump my elbow into his side rib, or bring my hips into it.
and my husband’s breathing has become long and even. This article originally appeared on Narratively.
