The weekend presents more hurdles to a celibacy fast than I’d anticipated. First hurdle is all that time that we spend lazing around in bed. That’s what makes weekend mornings so glorious. Except that it’s an opportune time to have sex. After a lot of kissing and moaning about not being able to follow my body’s reasonable request, we went about having a very constructive day. That works as a distraction but not a particularly solid one.
Hanging out with friends at a braai was a lot of fun. There’s something a bit weird that happens when I see my boyfriend in public settings – I am reminded why I think he’s so cool. That attraction often leads to me wanting to do things to him. With that off the menu, Saturday night proved to be extremely difficult.
One of the lessons we were hoping to get from this fast was self-discipline. Remembering that when your hormones are charged and there’s a bit of liquor in your system is basically a miracle.
While he was on the verge of failing miserably, I managed to stay strong, steering us in the right direction. I didn’t want to but the last thing I wanted to deal with was post-orgasmic guilt.
Life any well-thought out plan, we do have an emergency button. I don’t want to go into too much detail about it but it doesn’t include us having sex. It had to be whipped out and after a humongous, well-deserved sigh of sexual relief form both of us, we passed out.
I felt like I’d just saved a baby from a hyena.
Sunday was the same but no emergency buttons were pushed but we spent a lot of time just being intimate through talking, kissing and doing other things that serve to remind me that I’m with the right guy.
I’m still feeling hyper in love, very secure and very loved. And weirdly more sexy and more sexual. Let’s see how week two goes!
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