Women Should Feel Great About Initiating Sex
I make it clear when I need to be fucked
My libido has taken a nose-dive. These past four weeks, I’ve had no sexual desire to speak of.
I know I’m in good company. We’ve all been dealing with stress, loss, grief, depression, anxiety, social isolation, and “challenging times” for about nine months now. And even though I still enjoy reading, writing, and talking about sex, I haven’t been up to actually having any.
Until this morning.
I often sleep in on the weekend while H tends to wake up around 5 or 6 in the morning and take a nap later if he’s tired. When he came into the bedroom mid-morning to lie down just as I was waking up, I felt that familiar urge that has been missing lately.
I’d just woken up from a sexual dream, one in which I actually felt myself having an orgasm in my sleep (something that has happened to me from time to time since I was a teen). It was a pretty light orgasm, just barely there, and it only left me wanting more.
So I made it known to H that I wanted more.
I cuddled with him, feeling drawn to him like a sexual magnet. I wanted to touch his skin, and I wanted to feel his body on mine.
