I have a fantastic husband, and as newlyweds who have been missing out on some of that "bunny rabbiting" that's supposed to occur, he's been a gem. His only complaint about the situation is some dismay regarding not being able to meet my sexual needs at times though I can meet his. Otherwise, he's supportive, patient, kind, and perfection.
I started physical therapy which has been really great, and my husband, being the funny guy that he is, thought that perhaps my vagina could be helped further by being "talked to." Much like a plant. He sings it songs, talks to it, tells it to get better, that he's rooting for it. It's more for our amusement than anything, because we get to collapse into giggles and have a good time.
The other night, we had the most pain-free sex I've seen in almost 2 years. I was doing so well, I even branched out into other positions, including THE one that never gets done because it pokes the bladder directly. You know the one...it's every man's favorite.
And afterwards...he thanked it. And he meant it.
I started physical therapy which has been really great, and my husband, being the funny guy that he is, thought that perhaps my vagina could be helped further by being "talked to." Much like a plant. He sings it songs, talks to it, tells it to get better, that he's rooting for it. It's more for our amusement than anything, because we get to collapse into giggles and have a good time.
The other night, we had the most pain-free sex I've seen in almost 2 years. I was doing so well, I even branched out into other positions, including THE one that never gets done because it pokes the bladder directly. You know the one...it's every man's favorite.
And afterwards...he thanked it. And he meant it.

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