My mind was completely focused on that and nothing else, the world may as well have just come to a standstill. It was completely exhilarating.

A few years ago I dated an artist. He treated my body and our sex like art. He. Took. His. Time. He consciously and deliberately decided which part of my body to bite or caress next. He built anticipation. He was calculated. He was artistic. And now I only want to have sex that feels like art. Anything less feels like trying to hang a connect-the-dots picture on walls of the Met.” —N.S., 39 My daughter and husband eagerly took their front row seats in tense anticipation. My son followed me out of the pool and over to the laid out towel just in front of our, “Watchers.” To make matters worse – for a couple of months now he is hardly home and stays out late every night due to work. We are hardly having any sex because he is mostly tired and not interested. Again, the way he is constantly protecting his phone, I’m beginning to think there’s more keeping him out and not only work. The thing is, I am not going to sit down and lose my sanity and peace of mind if I find out he is cheating again so I gave in to one of my numerous admirers. Yes, I love my husband, and I do not want to leave him, and I know he loves me too. He grinned and said, "No hair on it." my wife just laughed and told him he wasn't supposed to be peeking. Hi all…I am a married woman 33 years of age. I am from an elite, educated family, married to a nice gentleman with whom I had affair from my college days. He is a reader of the college I passed out, and my once-teacher. Professionally I am a teacher of philosophy in a girls’ highs school. We have a daughter age 11 who studies in a boarding school and comes home twice a year on vacations. We have been a family of good culture, education and status for which we all take pride, and earn good respect from the society.

COVID transformed my family into a free use system for sex between us all freely. Simply put, my husband was free to have sex with our daughter anytime they wanted and I could have sex with my son whenever we wanted to; free-use, day or night, no questions asked. The day I will physically cheat on him, I would be getting out of this marriage. And it’s going to be in April, 2018. My true love is coming to Ghana, to take me away. I have already secured a Visa to return with him. I have no plans of divorcing my husband. Neither do I plan to tell him about my true feelings. He would return from work one day in April, and find all my belongings at home alright… but I would be gone.” That was half the agreement. The other half was the party getting ready to get it on, had to notify the other party so they could be invited to watch the exchange if they wanted to. The invitations are usually texts with a place and time for the desired deed. Rather than feeling like your mental health is getting in the way of your typical desires and habits, maybe you find you’re just…more indifferent than anything. “Most of the time I’ll just think about getting off in the middle of the afternoon but then decide to wait until nighttime,” Lane T.*, 21, tells SELF. “But without fail, by nighttime, I just look at my vibrator in its box on the floor by my bed, think, Eh, maybe tomorrow, and play Animal Crossing or watch TikToks instead.” 7. Your pre-pandemic loneliness is exacerbated.

We were having sex in the dark & I went to get on top but misjudged how close we were to the edge of the bed. The married women revealed their extra marital affairs to relationship expert, David Papa Bondze. The confessions have subsequently gone viral on social media. Before I had my son, sex with my husband was very vocal. I’m talking moaning, screaming, shouting, like something out of a dirty movie—but with love. Now that our son is old enough to start asking a lot of awkward questions about all the noise, I’ve had to tone things down. But every so often I have to let myself go. We head to the bathroom—my favorite private place in the house—and turn the faucets on full blast to mask any noises. As it turns out, the feel of warm water running down my hands has become a real turn-on.” —I.R., 43 After two frightening experiences during sex including rape, I was struggling with the concept of penetration. My current partner and I took things very slow (I didn’t explain until after we started having penetrative sex why I was ‘funny’ about it) and he couldn’t have been more supportive. She literally went weak at the knees and had to sit down. It was the first time I had done this for somebody and I felt quite proud of myself, especially since I’d always assumed I’d be a bit rubbish at that sort of thing.Very conspicuously hanging down from the rearview mirror my ** wife had hung the pair of little yellow thong ** that she'd been wearing to work today! I am Two (2) months old in my marriage, and I am already in an emotional affair with someone else. My husband is a good guy and all, but Dave, I am not that much into him anymore. I thought I did, that’s why I agreed to marry him. We had known each other for a few years – so I am a little bit surprised as to why I feel we are not even that connected intimately. We have very good sex and we do communicate so well. He loves me so dearly, but… I feel he’s the only one enjoying this marriage. I have practically fallen out of love with him.

I am in my second marriage. And yes, I am cheating on my husband. I wasn’t always like this: I used to be faithful. I used to be content with only one man. I used to love and trust, from deep within. However, my first husband turned me into something I never knew I could be: A murderer! I killed him, Dave… I poisoned my first husband, and watched him die in our bedroom, painfully. I mixed a deadly, colorless, tasteless, odorless substance with my lotion, smeared it gently on my breast, rubbed it on my vagina, put some on my lips: I coated every part of my body I knew he enjoyed putting his mouth and tongue on, and watched him swallow every bit of his own saliva, mixed with the substance.

Masturbation is a time-honored time waster for many. With how much time we’re all spending at home right now, it’s no surprise that a lot of people are turning to masturbation to pass the time. “I’m finding I can’t concentrate on reading or socializing or even watching TV sometimes, so honestly, when I’m bored, I’ll just masturbate,” Alexis K., 32, tells SELF. “Needless to say I’ve been masturbating a lot. Like, a lot a lot.” 3. Or you’re bored of masturbating, TBH.

Every woman ought to get to understand a man by letting them speak – at length if necessary. And when it’s your time to show him what time it is, you’d do a better job than those who merely display ignorance (all in the name of ‘duty’, simply because you’re his wife). Dave, I’m far better positioned to sustain a long term journey with my customers in a session. I don’t have to be funny to stay relevant in my business, but it helps to be fun. I am the kind of woman who brightens up a man when I see one, as opposed to the women who brighten up a room when they leave it. You can’t see me and just watch me go; unless I don’t like you. She said she watched out of her 4th floor office saw them over by the van looking at what she'd left on my mirror. "Kind of embarrassing that they now know what kind of ** I wear - and that I wasn't wearing ANY when I walked past them!" That night I asked her in bed - "does it feel a little strange to feel the breeze moving around up in there .....so far up between your legs?!" My wife and I just returned home from a much needed 10 day vacation on the beach in Mexico. Having been traveling most of the day, we were tired when we arrived at our hotel and decided to head to the beach for a massage. Within in minutes we were both laying on tables overlooking the beach and listening to the waves. We were only about six feet apart with cool towels covering our faces. Every now and then I could hear my wife moan, which I assumed was from the massage. Meanwhile, my massage was okay, but nothing to moan about.To help normalize the range of feelings and situations you might be dealing with about sex and desire, I asked people to share what’s been coming up for them. If you can relate, you’re definitely not alone. (Some responses have been edited and condensed for clarity.) 1. You’re freaking horny, damn it. If he hadn’t abused and disrespected me, I probably wouldn’t have fallen into a different hand. My husband took me for granted. He walked all over me, reduced me to nothing, and then expected me to remain faithful and endure? STUPID man!” Uncertainty about the future might also be making you feel worse. “I don’t feel comfortable with casual sex, and since I’ve been single for the past five years, it had already been a while since I’ve had sex,” Laila R.*, 27, tells SELF. “So my normal was already lonely and distant, not exactly by choice. The first two weeks of quarantine were harder because it had already been a while and I was hoping to try something different this year. When quarantine started I realized I wouldn’t be able to for God knows how long.” 8. Your sex life is thriving.