About a year ago, I read an article that quoted a study that found that couples who had sex one to three times a week from the beginning of their relationship would be likely to keep up that frequency throughout their relationship. The study found that couples who had sex more frequently than that would slow down to having sex much less as time went on. If I’m remembering right, the more rabbit-like couples would slow down to once a month or so.
I met my boyfriend over ten years ago. Minus a long break up three years ago that included a few short-lived reunions between us, we have been a couple since just about the day we met (we’ve been back together for over a year now). From the beginning, we were the sort of couple who had sex one to three times a week. An extremely satisfying one to three times a week and for me, to the point of mind blowing sort of satisfying, probably most notable because he is the first man whose cock I had an orgasm on.
I didn’t put too much stock in that study, but still felt good about our sex life frequency-wise and confident that we could keep it up after reading about it. The last three or so months have shut this confidence down. In the first month or so of this period, we slowed down to about once a week. Then it got worse. In the last eight weeks, we’ve had sex twice.
It’s true that I’m still having around four orgasms a day (rarely less, sometimes many, many more) on the days I take phone sex calls and do cam shows. I even sometimes find myself masturbating between time on calls. I’ll watch porn and get myself off and still go again the next time the phone rings. So, I guess things are good sexually Monday through Friday. But on the weekend, when I’m not taking calls, I am finding I’m going virtually orgasm-free. And even though I’m getting off a whole lot, I could still want cock. I want pre-cum on my tongue while I get my boyfriend’s cock hard, feeling his body pressed against mine while he sucks my neck and rhythmically plunges his warm dick in my cunt followed by the reward of a pussy juice covered cock sliding in my mouth a few quick times before exploding hot cum down my throat. Man, how I miss all of that.
Cam sex and phone sex is exactly what I want to be doing to make a living. I feel so lucky to have found a job that is not only fun, but gives me an outlet for all my kink. The variety appeals to me, as I am all over the place sexually. I even give enough attention to my favorite kink through my callers that I do not feel like I’m missing anything sexually because I have a mostly vanilla boyfriend. I had all of this and was having lots of fantastic sex with the man that I love. Now, something has changed. I’m not giving up on getting back to more regular sex with my boyfriend. In fact, we are planning on having sex when he returns home in an hour (it has come to a need to plan). Generally, it seems until we get back to more frequency (and spontaneity), I’m going to have to wear myself out on my toys and use my imagination plus my callers words to get a feeling of the warmth, taste and satisfaction of a real cock.
