In my mid-thirties I was in a long-term relationship with someone who enjoyed sex as much as the other man but somehow seemed to forget it existed unless I reminded him. In some cases, he would outright say no when I begin to put moves on him (and believe me, I’ve got moves!). I would climb on top of him and begin to undress him (he’s the kind of man who sleeps in neatly ironed cotton boxers and pristine white t-shirts).
He would laughingly resist me as I undress him. I would shut him up by kissing him – he loves to be kissed and I would kiss my way down the side of his neck to his chest then suck his nipples. That’s about when he would forget why he was resisting the hot lovemaking that was about to go down!
