shy

Do you ever get shy? This last two weeks as we took turns being sick and endured other diversions it has been slow in the hook-up department. When Goose and I haven't had sex for a while I often get an irrational attack of the bashfuls. Can't think of those words that break the surface tension that builds up between two bodies. Hestitate before I lay my hand between her thighs. Shrink back when I feel my hardness brush her skin.
It makes no sense. This is the person that knows me - and I've known - more intimately than any other. What has changed in the last two weeks? Just time. But time is an enormous part of intimacy, yes? Time can be the enemy of intimacy. The longer people go between exchanging intimacies - sexual, emotional, physical - the more difficult it becomes to cross that frontier. After our years of vanilla sex and going through fallow periods from the stress of professions and children, we had to hurdle over shyness to get to this point. Now I'm more aware than ever when shyness pulls its extra skin over my body and makes it (momentarily) more difficult to get under the skin of my lover.
[gander]

Me too, sometimes, but I'm right here and I want you regardless of your shyness or mine. So let's go and break that barrier. Again.
[Goose]