We'd probably do it more, but my husband isn't interested unless I am as well. I don't mind sex that's really just for him, but he doesn't enjoy it unless it's going to work for me too. Which is nice, kind of. I like that he cares so much about my pleasure but I feel a little guilty because I'm so not into it, pretty much ever.
I'd guess that my love language is acts of service, and his is words of affirmation. Which probably explains why our dry spell isn't too bothersome.
I'd guess that my love language is acts of service, and his is words of affirmation. Which probably explains why our dry spell isn't too bothersome.










I feel sorry for my husband, but, you know, not sorry enough!
