I Was In An Open, Long-Distance Relationship
Separated by an ocean, lovers stay close by talking about their sex with others.
Several years ago, I was in a relationship that helped me grow and change so much as a person. Until then, I didn't realize the possibilities that the world held. My mate's name was Alfred and he was a beautiful and incredible man. Things were almost perfect between us and for a long time I was happy.
The only problem our relationship held was the distance. He lived in Hawaii. I hung my hat in Tennessee. We both had our own lives where we resided. He was in college and working towards a degree. I had ailing family members that prevented me from moving. The timing was wrong and we couldn't break the ties that bound us.
Still, we loved each other deeply. We connected and we were convinced that love would find a way. We constantly talked on the phone, we shared private Internet chats, and we exchanged emails often. Each conversation brought us closer even though we were physically far away from each other. We were more than a couple; we were best friends.
After a year and a half of being faithful to each other, we came to see that words weren't always enough. We needed more. There was a physical aspect that we didn't just want‚we needed it but were unable to provide it to each other. The distance prevented us from fulfilling the sexual desires all humans have.
Because we were so open with each other, it wasn't hard to discuss our yearnings. We soon found out that we were both feeling the same way, yet we just couldn't let go of each other. We decided that we would stay together but venture out into the open: we would see other people and explore options but we were still a couple.
At first, things were awkward, different and seemed somehow wrong, but, amazingly enough, we were both able to accept it for what it was: a temporary fix. We were free to live out our fantasies together but separately. We didn't have to worry about rejection in the dating world because we weren't looking for the emotional aspect. Jealousy was never an issue. It was only physical contact. We had love and intimacy with each other.
As the days went by, being open only brought us closer and made our relationship hotter. We discussed details about outside partners and sexual situations and we imagined each other's faces as we talked. It was actually very intriguing and arousing; I doubt I have ever seen an adult film or read a novel that was a bigger turn on than this was. We would even offer each other suggestions and try new things then report back about how it went. We maintained control and intimacy in our own little way. I had never felt so desirable and accepted in my whole life.
A year into the open relationship (two and a half years after we started dating), a very unforeseen complication came along. I found out I was pregnant and it wasn't his. I liked the thought of having a baby but I took it harder than he did. He accepted the situation and when my child was born, he would it like it was his own.
After this, I knew he was the perfect man for me. He accepted any and everything that came his way. He would stay with me no matter what. Still, we weren't willing or able to to each other. Five years later I got pregnant again, and things slowly began to change.
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