The minute I'm told I can't have something I start to want it even more. For example, my doctor once told me that I could not drink alcohol with a particular medication I was taking. Now, I haven't had a drink of alcohol for over 20 years, but as soon as the doctor told me I couldn't, that was all I could think about.
My doctor did it to me again. I had a medical procedure done on Friday and my doctor said, "No sex for two weeks."
Nooooo! Are you kidding me?
If I were in-between prowling stints, it wouldn't really matter. Two weeks without sex with hubby is normal. In fact, if we had sex at least every two weeks I might not be the sex crazed, constantly horny Kat you have come to know and love (Nah...I'd still be horny). But since I've really embraced my prowling side, two weeks without sex seems like an eternity.
Hubby is not helping at all. As soon as he heard I couldn't have sex, he got horny and started touching, caressing, cuddling, kissing. WTF???!!!! It only took me a few hours to figure it out (assisted by his cock slipping into my mouth) -- For hubby, sex is all about him (I know, shocking, isn't it?). A two week moratorium for me means a party for him. He gets all the oral and anal he can finagle out of me without having to make even a tiny effort to please me.
What happened to his lack of interest in sex? What about his performance difficulties? Trust me. They will magically reappear on day 14 of my doctor-imposed chastity period.
In the meantime, I can't close my eyes without a delectable picture of my naked and sexy honey popping into my head.
The doc said the two weeks would be no big deal because I wouldn't even want sex for a couple of weeks. Who was she kidding?
Clearly, she forgot who she was talking to.