In college, I had a few short-term relationships that were sexually thrilling, but emotionally unsatisfying. When I met "Todd", I decided to be chaste until we married, i.e. a born again virgin. This was difficult because we both had been very sexually active before we started dating. The next two years we faced many temptations, including a late fall camping trip when a unexpected snowstorn forced us to zip our sleeping bags together for warmth. We joked about the old Puritan custom of bundling courting couples, but it was a very stressful night.
When we got engaged, the pressure increased. We aren't fundamentalists or anything, so its not like there was this big religious issue. Even my mom suggested that we have sex once to make sure that we were compatible. But we made it to our wedding day chaste.
Our reception ended at 1 AM and we stayed up afterwards talking to our closest loved ones until it was time to leave for the airport at six. By 8 AM, we were on our way to the Caribbean. On the plane, we snuggled and planned how we would make love as soon as we checked into the hotel room.
However, once we arrived in Jamaica, we learned that our luggage was missing. After several hours at the airport, we were told it would be sent the next day. Sadly that meant our sex plans were on hold. Todd is allergic to latex so he can't use condoms. My brand new diaphragm and spermicide were in my lost suitcase.
We spent the night holding each other and making promises. The next day, our luggage arrived and I was ready to consummate our marriage. But Todd felt that we needed to stick to our itinerary since we only had three days left. We took a tour and ate lunch. Then we went sun bathing. Bad idea. Todd got burned. Badly. He couldn't even stand me touching his hand, let alone his chest or other body parts.
By the last day, Todd was peeling, but feeling better. But I got my period 2 days early. We went home without having made love.
Back at home, the next week were busy moving from our two apartments into a townhouse. At night we were too exhausted to do more than eat pizza, Chinese, or KFC and fall asleep in front of the tv.
After we finished, Todd went out to return the moving truck while I ran some errands. I decided to ensure a romantic evening. I ordered a takeout dinner from our favorite restaurant. I made a bath with rose petals and laid my sexiest negligee on the bed. I was just about to light candles when I got a phone call. Todd had gotten into a car accident and injured his back.
The next couple months, we couldn't have sex under the doctor's orders. However, he's been given the go ahead, especially if I am on top. But my husband doesn't seem interested. If I started touching him more sexually than a hug or quick kiss, he moves away or starts talking about something serious.
I don't think it is normal to go 4 months without consumating the marriage. Todd's not a virgin and from our few close calls, I know that he's going to be a good lover. I just can't figure out what's holding him back.
When we got engaged, the pressure increased. We aren't fundamentalists or anything, so its not like there was this big religious issue. Even my mom suggested that we have sex once to make sure that we were compatible. But we made it to our wedding day chaste.
Our reception ended at 1 AM and we stayed up afterwards talking to our closest loved ones until it was time to leave for the airport at six. By 8 AM, we were on our way to the Caribbean. On the plane, we snuggled and planned how we would make love as soon as we checked into the hotel room.
However, once we arrived in Jamaica, we learned that our luggage was missing. After several hours at the airport, we were told it would be sent the next day. Sadly that meant our sex plans were on hold. Todd is allergic to latex so he can't use condoms. My brand new diaphragm and spermicide were in my lost suitcase.
We spent the night holding each other and making promises. The next day, our luggage arrived and I was ready to consummate our marriage. But Todd felt that we needed to stick to our itinerary since we only had three days left. We took a tour and ate lunch. Then we went sun bathing. Bad idea. Todd got burned. Badly. He couldn't even stand me touching his hand, let alone his chest or other body parts.
By the last day, Todd was peeling, but feeling better. But I got my period 2 days early. We went home without having made love.
Back at home, the next week were busy moving from our two apartments into a townhouse. At night we were too exhausted to do more than eat pizza, Chinese, or KFC and fall asleep in front of the tv.
After we finished, Todd went out to return the moving truck while I ran some errands. I decided to ensure a romantic evening. I ordered a takeout dinner from our favorite restaurant. I made a bath with rose petals and laid my sexiest negligee on the bed. I was just about to light candles when I got a phone call. Todd had gotten into a car accident and injured his back.
The next couple months, we couldn't have sex under the doctor's orders. However, he's been given the go ahead, especially if I am on top. But my husband doesn't seem interested. If I started touching him more sexually than a hug or quick kiss, he moves away or starts talking about something serious.
I don't think it is normal to go 4 months without consumating the marriage. Todd's not a virgin and from our few close calls, I know that he's going to be a good lover. I just can't figure out what's holding him back.
