I need someone to help me feel alive and desirable. God knows, Howard is a wonderful lover. He fills me so completely and he is so thoughtful with me....I couldn't ask for a more considerate husband. But ... I need more.I've really made a mess of this. I've alerted him to my intention. I've stupidly caused him to doubt me. There is no way I can indulge myself if he is watching me closely. Why did I have to warn him? What kind of fool am I? I've just made it that much more difficult to have an. Then she headed quickly for the roof, trying to ignore the warmth that had spread throughout her body when she had shaved herself and examined her body and from her self-induced near-orgasm. Her engorged nipples tightened as she thought of someone’s hands, perhaps those of the guy she had just seen, caressing her breasts and brushing his thumbs over her nipples.When she thought of him kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples and then licking her clitoris as well she nearly turned around to rush. I was completely depressed at the prospect of dumping the only decent, funny, sexy-as-hell guy I'd met in years because of something that seemed so silly.Trying to talk myself into ignoring my fear, my mind scanned back through a variety of sexual memories, eventually settling on the night I learned exactly what the doctor meant by 'problems' with having sex...I was fourteen. Just four years after my accident. I hadn't really thought about it since; when I was ten, having surgery on a large. We both know he doesn't think I'm good enough for you, don't we?" Yes, as much as it hurts me to admit it; in the back of my mind I knew he didn't approve of you. He sees us both as stupid kids that don't know anything about life and from different ends of the social structure. Appearance is still big to him and my marrying you would tarnish his appearance in the social circles he is a part of."Don, I swear to you that I don't care about any of that. I love you and know you love me and will.