Do all marriages go through that inevitable cycle where you start out making love 3 times a day, then twice, then once a week and, eventually, you have to focus just to finish? Mine did.
Does this sound familiar? Straight to missionary with only cursory foreplay followed by a race to climax before you lose interest or she dries up? Whatever sexual energy remains, you deplete on strippers, MPAs, escorts and masturbation. In my experience, limp-dicked marital sex invariably loses to the MPA adrenalin rush that’s only a quick drive and a couple of brown notes away.
It started with strippers, progressed to MPAs, I even sampled a few escorts now and then. As my hobbying skills developed, so did my mileage. It was only a matter of time before I started to get involved with these sex-workers personally. I fell in love with the first one and used the second one to get over the first one and continued until I was at the brink of ending my marriage. The irony is, the further I strayed, the more I began realize how good I had it with my wife.
Hooking up on a not-for-pay basis re-educated me in the art of sex and relationships. Suddenly, my partner’s interest in me wasn’t based on my wallet. I actually had to attend to their personalities, their pleasure and their bullshit. I also began to realize that in many ways, these women were not that different from my SO. Looking at an MPA’s face in the morning sun in the midst of the chaos of her messy apartment is a far cry from being pampered for 30 candlelit minutes at her spa. Suddenly I had the whole package, the good, the bad and I had to work very hard to keep both; a stark contrast with the spa where its all good and there’s no work to be done unless she’s doing it.
Take away the plastic surgery, the tanning, the zit cream, the hair extensions, the personal trainer, the spa visits, the dim lighting, the peeler wardrobe, the soft music, the constantly ringing cell phone, the lies and add, love, dependability, a future, a family, a career, great conversation, a wonderful history with someone who actually cares and you were starting to get a woman that was a lot like my SO.
Does this sound familiar? Straight to missionary with only cursory foreplay followed by a race to climax before you lose interest or she dries up? Whatever sexual energy remains, you deplete on strippers, MPAs, escorts and masturbation. In my experience, limp-dicked marital sex invariably loses to the MPA adrenalin rush that’s only a quick drive and a couple of brown notes away.
It started with strippers, progressed to MPAs, I even sampled a few escorts now and then. As my hobbying skills developed, so did my mileage. It was only a matter of time before I started to get involved with these sex-workers personally. I fell in love with the first one and used the second one to get over the first one and continued until I was at the brink of ending my marriage. The irony is, the further I strayed, the more I began realize how good I had it with my wife.
Hooking up on a not-for-pay basis re-educated me in the art of sex and relationships. Suddenly, my partner’s interest in me wasn’t based on my wallet. I actually had to attend to their personalities, their pleasure and their bullshit. I also began to realize that in many ways, these women were not that different from my SO. Looking at an MPA’s face in the morning sun in the midst of the chaos of her messy apartment is a far cry from being pampered for 30 candlelit minutes at her spa. Suddenly I had the whole package, the good, the bad and I had to work very hard to keep both; a stark contrast with the spa where its all good and there’s no work to be done unless she’s doing it.
Take away the plastic surgery, the tanning, the zit cream, the hair extensions, the personal trainer, the spa visits, the dim lighting, the peeler wardrobe, the soft music, the constantly ringing cell phone, the lies and add, love, dependability, a future, a family, a career, great conversation, a wonderful history with someone who actually cares and you were starting to get a woman that was a lot like my SO.