“So I’m kind of mad.”
“I’m horny and angry because I can’t have any.”
“I think it’s good you’re horny again.”
This is the nymphomaniac girlfriend that had hit the kill switch a month ago.
“Well I’m mad.”
“I love you no matter what.”
“I know. I love you too.”
The day passes, She sends me and emoji of a girl humping a rock.
“Me… all day.”
“Aww! You need to take care of that, dear!”
“No. You do.”
“I promise I will, sweetheart.”
“I can’t wait. It’s too long and my hormones are raging.”
“It’s been pretty sudden. What brought back your sex drive?”
“I’m horny. I don’t have time for games.”
I don’t know what this means and she hasn’t answered my question.
“But what brought back your drive?”
“I’m off my period and I’m horny. I need to feel you inside of me.”
This is all wonderful news to me but she’s been chilly to me last weekend. I need to pay close attention to her cycle. She gets moody, gets her period, is chilly and then changes back into the woman I fell in love with a year and a half ago.
“I love it! My girlfriend!”
I love the nympho Cherie with the insatiable lust for sex.
“The suspense is killing me. This is my problem. I need it all the time.”
She’s back. Cherie the sexual animal has somehow returned. Problem is the beast returns and I won’t be able to see her and be with her to satisfy her lust for two weeks. I kind of don’t like that she does this a lot. She puts me off and then I get all of these super horny texts how she can’t live without sex and we’re two weeks out of any feasible contact.
It’s like she’s not thinking any of it through, but…. She’s a great girl and I love her so I’ll put up with whatever she’s going through.
But the crazy horny texts become tiresome when you know it is crystal clear that there is nothing I can do to satisfy her lust in this moment.
Why would you lay all of that sex on your man 40 miles away when you know there is absolutely NOTHING he can do about it?
She does this all of the time. It just makes me feel bad I can’t bang the frustration out of her and give her what her mind and body SO desires.
I know… you’re reading this and you’re all probably like: “Oh, this middle aged fucker with is sexual problems with his hot, fit, smart 28 year old girlfriend that he can’t get to out of distance. If I could have such problems.”
Cherie’s been distant and things are not completely even right now, but we’re fine.
But it actually makes me feel bad when her young libido kicks in and there is NOTHING I can do to help her with her plight. It sometimes almost feels a little bit selfish to tell me she needs me and she’s so suddenly so super horny and we are 10 days out of seeing each other.
But again… I look at guys my age and they don’t have these problems. So I will navigate this for the blog and because of who I am.
I’m blessed and so grateful to have sweet Cherie in my life.
“You’re an amazing girl! Perfect!
“Well, I love you”
“I love you too, but I’m fucking horny.”
What 55 year old man wouldn’t love this from his 28 year old girlfriend? But there’s nothing I can do. Time, schedules and geography keep us apart. I have a clear understanding of all of this. She is simply torturing me and doesn’t even realize it. She’s simply being honest and raw in her emotions. I love her so much, and admire her raw response, but there’s nothing I can do to satiate her.
“I’ll take care of you.”
“But you can’t now.”
“I’m sorry honey.”
“I need to fuck so bad.”
This is coming from the girl I took to the movies on Saturday and was frosty to me for the second time.
“What are you going to do until he next time we meet on the 24th?”
That’s killing me a little bit because I know Cherie’s back and she’s still a prisoner to her sex drive. I just need to channel her and please her. That’s all I can think of to do.
I take a risk.
“You should have last Saturday. You know I don’t mind swimming in the water during Shark Week.” (She was on her period so we went to the movies. Her idea, not mine. I like it all no matter how messy. I’ve seen it and done it all.)
“I didn’t want to and gross… I need it now.”
“I don’t know what to do Cherie. If you have any ideas, let me know how it can happen sooner than the 24th.”
She sends me a sad emoji. I decide to let her have it.
“What can I do??? You’re cold to me and then 2 days later you’re super horny and there’s nothing I can do but feel bad about it.”
I needed to draw the line. She’s done this shit before.
Cherie: “I’ve jerked off everyday since thinking about having sex with you. I can’t cum. Well, I can’t hit my climax.”
Okay. At this point she’s totally forgiven because this is my nyphomaniac girlfriend completely back. She’s ignored my admonishment and has responded with her brazen hoensty about how she is absolutely insatiable to be with me. My God. I love this girl and her devotion. She is completely devoured with thoughts of sex with me. I couldn’t pay someone to give me this at my age. All is forgiven. I am one lucky man.
“I feel sad, Cherie. I wish I could help you, Cherie.” (weak)
“I love you too!”
“If you can get down here before the 24th I’ll make that happen.”
She’s gone from the frigid girlfriend to the wanton animal. (I do love all of this thrust and parry)
“I’ll try to get down to Philly.”
Me: Heart emoji (weak)
“I need to fuck you so bad. I need to feel you inside me.”
“I’ll give you my best, love.”
And it ends there for the night. It’s been a fascinating journey in this relationship. I love Cherie. She’s been the perfect girlfriend for me. Young, fit, smart, sexual athlete, and doesn’t want any more kids and most of all…hardly around.
I like to work and be busy and love my alone time. Cherie fits the bill for the perfect girlfriend for me.
But will I be able to sustain this?
I think I can. This love affair is unlike any I’ve ever known and Cherie is maybe the best woman I’ve ever met. There is a simplicity and calm in our life together. She has a complicated and busy life that is full of school, work and child rearing.
I, on the other hand have a simple singular life filled with work, social life and creativity.
Could Cherie and I ultimately work as a couple? No idea. I would probably stop smoking and drinking. That could be hard, but at my age I should probably give that shit up anyway and it wouldn’t be too difficult.
Cherie has such a good heart and has her education firmly ensconced along with her foothold at CHOP. She has a great future ahead of her. If she can pull it off and become a doctor she’ll live her dream.
What if I’m the one guy she met that was sweet to her and really loved her? I treated her well for years and she and I could be a couple? What if I finally met my soul mate? What if that happens?
There was that one time in Rittenhouse we were walking. She was wearing that outfit and she was half-naked. Back out. Sweet luscious legs out.
I looked at her and thought:
Okay… Lets see what happens on the 24th.
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