We have found our intimacy, and (surprise!) sex has very little to do with it. Don't get me wrong, the sex is still fun, we still chase one another nekkid through the living room occasionally, but it's not a *substitute* for anything. Now, the lovemaking, on the other hand, is intimate, but that's more than sex. It's cuddling, caressing, murmuring, focusing 100% on each other, getting inside each other's hearts and minds, sharing life and love and warmth and happiness. In other words, it's intimate. And yes, it's sex. But the two are no more required for one another than they are mutually exclusive.
The intimacy I have gained with my woman is invaluable to me, and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Because we communicate, I know she feels the same way about me.
I penned this post as "Anonymous Coward", because far too many people are far too predictable in their responses, and if my job were to learn that I live in this "lifestyle", I might lose it (the job, not the lifestyle). However wrong that may be, that's the world we live in.
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