Julianna Colt describes her fear of sleeping with her own husband.
I am scared to have sex with my husband. It's not what you think. The last time we had sex was six months ago when we went out of town for the weekend. It was OK. I was annoyed that he was drunk and that he couldn't finish. I was feeling particularly generous and loving that day, so I asked him if I could help him finish. He agreed. I smiled at him while I did my "work." I wanted to make him feel comfortable and secure, not embarrassed. But inside I was annoyed and angry. He eventually climaxed and rolled over to take a nap. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and then I got dressed to take a walk.
That is the typical run for us: We give it a go, I never fully love the way he is touching me but the rest of it feels good down below. Then after a little while he slows down. I can tell he is trying to finish; he gives it a few good ol' college tries, but then ultimately he stops. I privately roll my eyes with annoyance and disappointment. "I am so tired," he says. I don't buyRead More »from I'm Afraid to Have Sex with My Husband