It took me two years to restore my foreskin. It's basically "done" though I am still doing some manual stretches in the evening to try to get about an inch of overhang... my intact relatives looked like that, so that to me is how a natural penis is supposed to look.
My wife's first reaction when she found out I was restoring was "ewww!" But since she started reaping the benefits, she has been nothing but supportive. Although she's not quite the intactivist I am, she now admits she was wrong, and tells me that she finds it super sexy and that it feels very much better than anything she ever experienced in the past.
When I started doing this, I really had no idea the changes would be so dramatic. My main motivation was to make it look like my uncles, cousins, grampa... because I always knew they were normal and mine was unnatural. I knew it.
What I didn't know was this:
I didn't know that sex would become an effortless expression of love and desire. That I would not have to worry about getting it up, keeping it up, or finishing too soon. That I would no longer gauge my desire by how close to ripping the skin felt.
I didn't know that slipping into her would feel like silk and a warm kiss. That I would feel her body in such detail that it became one with my own. That sex could be gentle and relaxing.
I didn't know that the race was just as good as the finish. That I could feel ecstasy to the point that I blacked out. That it could feel so good and last so long and that it was everything they talk about in romance books... becoming one, melting, surrendering, waves of pleasure rushing through my body.
I didn't know that I would fall in love with my wife. I didn't know that I could feel so close, so intimate, with her... that I would know how she felt and know what she meant... that I would die for her. I didn't feel that before. Not with such fierceness. There was a wall between us, a chasm, because she was whole and I was not.
I didn't know that I would become a romantic. That I would sing to her. That I would try to buy her anything she wanted. That I would do anything to make her happy, because her body gives me such pleasure and fulfillment. Because the discontent is gone, because the resentment is gone, I am at ease with her. I am light-hearted and silly.
I didn't know that it would feel good all the time, that sitting, walking, working, watching TV would be a pleasure... that I would feel my glans cradled in the warmth of its prepuce even when I wasn't trying to feel it. It's no wonder intact men have that twinkle in their eye, that warm happy look on their face... you can see it, I swear. You just have to know what you're looking for. It's like a happy secret.
I didn't know that I would be so complete...
My wife's first reaction when she found out I was restoring was "ewww!" But since she started reaping the benefits, she has been nothing but supportive. Although she's not quite the intactivist I am, she now admits she was wrong, and tells me that she finds it super sexy and that it feels very much better than anything she ever experienced in the past.
When I started doing this, I really had no idea the changes would be so dramatic. My main motivation was to make it look like my uncles, cousins, grampa... because I always knew they were normal and mine was unnatural. I knew it.
What I didn't know was this:
I didn't know that sex would become an effortless expression of love and desire. That I would not have to worry about getting it up, keeping it up, or finishing too soon. That I would no longer gauge my desire by how close to ripping the skin felt.
I didn't know that slipping into her would feel like silk and a warm kiss. That I would feel her body in such detail that it became one with my own. That sex could be gentle and relaxing.
I didn't know that the race was just as good as the finish. That I could feel ecstasy to the point that I blacked out. That it could feel so good and last so long and that it was everything they talk about in romance books... becoming one, melting, surrendering, waves of pleasure rushing through my body.
I didn't know that I would fall in love with my wife. I didn't know that I could feel so close, so intimate, with her... that I would know how she felt and know what she meant... that I would die for her. I didn't feel that before. Not with such fierceness. There was a wall between us, a chasm, because she was whole and I was not.
I didn't know that I would become a romantic. That I would sing to her. That I would try to buy her anything she wanted. That I would do anything to make her happy, because her body gives me such pleasure and fulfillment. Because the discontent is gone, because the resentment is gone, I am at ease with her. I am light-hearted and silly.
I didn't know that it would feel good all the time, that sitting, walking, working, watching TV would be a pleasure... that I would feel my glans cradled in the warmth of its prepuce even when I wasn't trying to feel it. It's no wonder intact men have that twinkle in their eye, that warm happy look on their face... you can see it, I swear. You just have to know what you're looking for. It's like a happy secret.
I didn't know that I would be so complete...
That was very eloquent, DaddyJoe.
I've been criticized before for wanting to bring up the subject of restoration with my dh, but didn't know how to defend myself. I want him to enjoy sex as much as I do. It's sad to think that some of the problems he's had have been blamed on aging, when being circ'ed is the real culprit. If there's a way to undo some of the damage that's been done, isn't it a loving wife's duty to let him know about it?
