We're solidly monogamous. Live together, enjoy each other and are happy. We are about at the one year mark, but it's been one of those happy, sweet and accelerated relationships. We both admit to loving each other more than we thought we were capable. He's the greatest person I've ever known, regardless of being a sexy man in general. I love him to pieces but I'm going crazy!!!

Here's the thing. We recently moved in with his parents because their other 3 kids left and they told us they'd love to see us focus on our degrees and be less monetarily stressed. They say it can be for weeks or months or years. It's been about a month and it's great. No fights or problems, which is nice. But I can't help but miss our intimacy from living alone. At night when he's tired and goes to sleep sometimes I feel like we didn't touch each other all day and I'm sad. The one time I brought it up he said he felt like I guilt tripped him and that made me feel worse.

We are very physical people when left to our own devices. We have sex more than once daily if possible, and cuddle or stay close for minutes or hours sometimes. When we would both have a day off, we'd spend it cuddling and having sex and watching movies while we laid together.

I'm not saying he doesn't spend time with me or has lost interest. We're just both respectful and we try to be quiet and just generally not too lovey because this is not our house. It's killing me inside! I miss the days of marathon sex and him being able to slap my ass or something else too 'loud'. I feel like he even avoids touching me because he knows he'll get a massive erection and we have to walk through the house... 

Also, we don't completely abstain. But we stay up for hours some nights waiting for a quiet moment to silently be able to touch each other. We're probably at once or twice a week now, but it's rushed, quiet and slightly restrained and it's not his fault!
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We're solidly monogamous. Live together, enjoy each other and are happy. We are about at the one year mark, but it's been one of those happy, sweet and accelerated relationships. We both admit to loving each other more than we thought we were capable. He's the greatest person I've ever known, regardless of being a sexy man in general. I love him to pieces but I'm going crazy!!!

Here's the thing. We recently moved in with his parents because their other 3 kids left and they told us they'd love to see us focus on our degrees and be less monetarily stressed. They say it can be for weeks or months or years. It's been about a month and it's great. No fights or problems, which is nice. But I can't help but miss our intimacy from living alone. At night when he's tired and goes to sleep sometimes I feel like we didn't touch each other all day and I'm sad. The one time I brought it up he said he felt like I guilt tripped him and that made me feel worse.

We are very physical people when left to our own devices. We have sex more than once daily if possible, and cuddle or stay close for minutes or hours sometimes. When we would both have a day off, we'd spend it cuddling and having sex and watching movies while we laid together.

I'm not saying he doesn't spend time with me or has lost interest. We're just both respectful and we try to be quiet and just generally not too lovey because this is not our house. It's killing me inside! I miss the days of marathon sex and him being able to slap my ass or something else too 'loud'. I feel like he even avoids touching me because he knows he'll get a massive erection and we have to walk through the house... 

Also, we don't completely abstain. But we stay up for hours some nights waiting for a quiet moment to silently be able to touch each other. We're probably at once or twice a week now, but it's rushed, quiet and slightly restrained and it's not his fault!
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