not saying your sexual attraction is the foundation of your entire relationship, but it certainly is a very large component. Desire plus provocation is the elemental compound driving the formula of your base chemistry. Again, not the entire formula, as I’m sure you care for each other on many different levels, which is likely the reason you’re here in my office today.
“But let’s change gears for a moment. Sexual attraction usually begins with a physical attraction. A person’s physical appearance can change over time, so I have to ask the hard question.” Jeremy turned his attention to me. “Are you still physically attracted to Shaw, Cassidy?”
I faced Shaw, almost scrutinizing everything about his appearance, though I hadn’t needed to. I already knew the answer. “Without a doubt.”
“And you, Shaw?”
Shaw gave me the same once-over, the corner of his mouth turning up into that gorgeous half grin/half smirk of his I could never resist. “She’s just as sexy now as she was that night we got it on like a couple of teenagers in a seedy alley during the pouring rain.”
The memory of that night caused a stir in my nether region. I had to fight the urge to scissor my thighs for friction. Shaw had given me a reverse shoulder ride in the rain, right before he’d fucked me while I was forced to keep quiet or else the lady standing on the balcony directly above would have busted us in all our naughtiness.
I could hear the sadness in my own voice as I ducked my head and said, “We don’t have sex like that anymore.”
“We don’t have time to have sex like that anymore,” Shaw said, again defensive. Then he gave me another reminder. “Plus there’s Abe.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” I didn’t need to look at him to see his reaction.
Jeremy perked up at that. “The will is gone?”
Before Shaw could answer with what I was sure he thought our coach wanted to hear, I did it for him. “For both of us.”
“Well then.” Jeremy sighed. “It would seem you’ve simply lost your passion for each other. Does that seem like a fair assessment?”
Why did that hit me like a ton of bricks? Our relationship coach’s diagnosis screamed all kinds of right answer. Even our arguments had become tame compared to the ones we’d had before Abe had come along. It stood to reason that if heated arguments had turned into scorching sex in the past, tame arguments would turn into lame sex now.
“Yes, that’s fair,” I answered. “I just don’t feel like he wants me the same as he used to.”
Shaw looked taken aback by my statement. “What are you talking about? Of course I want you.”
“I can’t tell,” I told him. “It’s like you’re just going through the motions.”
Jeremy resumed control of the conversation, steering us in a different direction. “How often do you have sex?”
I snorted. “Ha! After arguments and whenever Shaw wants it, which is rare.”
Shaw rose to his own defense. “That’s not true! We have sex. Pretty regularly, I might add.”
He wasn’t even being honest with himself, let alone our therapist. And was he really trying to tell
me
how often we had sex? If I were a participant in said sex, wouldn’t I be aware of how often it was? Or maybe it was just that Shaw had been that oblivious to the decline in our sex life.
Fine, it was up to me to inform him.
If I must, I must
. “No,
you
have sex. My only purpose during it is to serve as your own personal pocket pussy.”
Jeremy nearly choked on his startled gasp. I wasn’t usually so blunt, but what did I have to lose? Besides, we were in a couples therapist’s office, so I’d say there wasn’t much he hadn’t heard.
Shaw didn’t fare much better from the outburst that surprised even me. He shifted on the couch with his hands fisted at his sides, gone white at the knuckles even as his teeth clenched. “What the hell is
that
supposed to mean?”
With an indignant lift of my chin, I
“But let’s change gears for a moment. Sexual attraction usually begins with a physical attraction. A person’s physical appearance can change over time, so I have to ask the hard question.” Jeremy turned his attention to me. “Are you still physically attracted to Shaw, Cassidy?”
I faced Shaw, almost scrutinizing everything about his appearance, though I hadn’t needed to. I already knew the answer. “Without a doubt.”
“And you, Shaw?”
Shaw gave me the same once-over, the corner of his mouth turning up into that gorgeous half grin/half smirk of his I could never resist. “She’s just as sexy now as she was that night we got it on like a couple of teenagers in a seedy alley during the pouring rain.”
The memory of that night caused a stir in my nether region. I had to fight the urge to scissor my thighs for friction. Shaw had given me a reverse shoulder ride in the rain, right before he’d fucked me while I was forced to keep quiet or else the lady standing on the balcony directly above would have busted us in all our naughtiness.
I could hear the sadness in my own voice as I ducked my head and said, “We don’t have sex like that anymore.”
“We don’t have time to have sex like that anymore,” Shaw said, again defensive. Then he gave me another reminder. “Plus there’s Abe.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” I didn’t need to look at him to see his reaction.
Jeremy perked up at that. “The will is gone?”
Before Shaw could answer with what I was sure he thought our coach wanted to hear, I did it for him. “For both of us.”
“Well then.” Jeremy sighed. “It would seem you’ve simply lost your passion for each other. Does that seem like a fair assessment?”
Why did that hit me like a ton of bricks? Our relationship coach’s diagnosis screamed all kinds of right answer. Even our arguments had become tame compared to the ones we’d had before Abe had come along. It stood to reason that if heated arguments had turned into scorching sex in the past, tame arguments would turn into lame sex now.
“Yes, that’s fair,” I answered. “I just don’t feel like he wants me the same as he used to.”
Shaw looked taken aback by my statement. “What are you talking about? Of course I want you.”
“I can’t tell,” I told him. “It’s like you’re just going through the motions.”
Jeremy resumed control of the conversation, steering us in a different direction. “How often do you have sex?”
I snorted. “Ha! After arguments and whenever Shaw wants it, which is rare.”
Shaw rose to his own defense. “That’s not true! We have sex. Pretty regularly, I might add.”
He wasn’t even being honest with himself, let alone our therapist. And was he really trying to tell
me
how often we had sex? If I were a participant in said sex, wouldn’t I be aware of how often it was? Or maybe it was just that Shaw had been that oblivious to the decline in our sex life.
Fine, it was up to me to inform him.
If I must, I must
. “No,
you
have sex. My only purpose during it is to serve as your own personal pocket pussy.”
Jeremy nearly choked on his startled gasp. I wasn’t usually so blunt, but what did I have to lose? Besides, we were in a couples therapist’s office, so I’d say there wasn’t much he hadn’t heard.
Shaw didn’t fare much better from the outburst that surprised even me. He shifted on the couch with his hands fisted at his sides, gone white at the knuckles even as his teeth clenched. “What the hell is
that
supposed to mean?”
With an indignant lift of my chin, I
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