That wasn’t fun. I try to pull Rivka to the edge of the bed to get a break from missionary position, not only on the arms, but because it feels easier to guide movement and orgasm.
Rivka’s body slides a bit, but mostly the bed slides, making a really loud noise as it vibrates across the floor.
They’re pissed and frustrated. I’m softening. We keep trying. They stay pissed and frustrated, “it’s not working.” We’re both triggered.
There were at least a couple of years where these experiences were common. Thankfully, a couple of decades into the relationship(s) we are generally in a good place.
A friend began chemo today for an aggressive, but curable breast cancer. Beautiful. Talented. Intense.
Rivka’s laugh is magic.