From the first date I was hooked. I had such a deep connection to him that my freak flag waved on the second date. His cock was in my mouth so often I could have charged rent. He took me in every position, every opening. While the physical aspect of our relationship was raging hard, we tried to take our time to know each other. We fell in love hard. I spent my life throwing up walls. He tore them down. I allowed myself to love this man. He developed low testosterone. He became a different person. At first the sex drive dried up, but then the depression came and feelings of low self worth. This passionate attentive man became a quiet, introverted man unaware of my presence next to him. He wouldn't let me be supportive. He just shut down. We are technically still together we don't see each or even really talk. It has been less than two weeks since we have started this break without the break up. I know he has started testosterone treatment and also know the effects can be months in the making. Yes, I miss the crazy animalistic sex, freely giving parts of my body I never gave before, my mouth wrapped around his cock, my hair pulled and made to call him Master. But, when I wake in the morning and think of him as I drift off at night, my thoughts are of the man that held me, made me feel safe and secure so those things could happen. His awkwardness over dinner and his ability to make me laugh. I put this in this category as I wish to have that man back but am starting to think it is all a dream.
