Everyone craves for passion. This comes at the start of every relationship. When I first met my husband (no names mentioned), we couldn’t stand to be apart for too long. When we were together, the first kiss set it off. We could barely keep our hands to ourselves. It’s as if there was this magnet just drawing us closer and closer together. I know I’m rambling, but I’m enjoying the chills I get thinking about those days.
We’d be sitting in the movie house and the next thing I knew, we were making out like horny teenagers with uncontrollable hormones. We’d be on my couch watching TV, and we’d be tearing each other’s clothes off even before the first commercial break. Sex was exciting. We’d try new positions, places, methods, and anything to make the situation hotter, spicier. He’d be on top of me, under me, over me, beside me. We could stay in the shower for hours on end just pleasuring each other.
My sex life was definitely exciting and I looked forward to getting off work every single day. When he’d be out of town, we’d talk on the phone and talk about the things we’d do to each other once he gets back. My leg muscles ached from all the sex we were having but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. That’s when I knew I found the perfect guy. I have a pretty hefty sexual appetite and my boyfriend was able to match it perfectly. It was, pun intended, a match made in heaven.
Weeks turned into months and months turned into years. We were together for seven years. And just like all the other relationships, the excitement wore off and we fell into a routine. We lost that thrill. Don’t get me wrong, we loved each other deeply. We still do. Somehow, though, things got boring. We could go on for weeks without having sex. The closest thing we came to the actual act was when we’d greet each other hello after a trip.
I missed him and I wanted him to worship my body just as much as I’d worship his. Stress played a big part in this downfall. He was promoted to a higher position, which means that there were more demands on him. I actually initiated sex one night and he couldn’t even finish. I asked to see a specialist but he couldn’t accept the idea. He felt as if he was less of a man because he couldn’t fulfill my needs.
Because I loved him, I did my research and found this product called Spanish Fly LOVE. So I decided, “What the heck? I’ll give it a try!” My husband agreed and all I can say is, “Oh my God!” The fire burned bright and hot that night and we’ve had sex like two rabbits. We just couldn’t get enough of each other. Yes, I can say that things are back to normal now. Sex was apparently the cure for his stress and we obviously solved that. All we needed was a little help after all.