My relationship with a past boyfriend started like a whirlwind. There was an instant spark and attraction to one another. I had never had passion like this before. The first night together was, lovely. We didn’t have full-blown sex but everything seemed to be working correctly. I just took the no finish ending down to first time nervous. But that’s normal, right? At first I didn’t release or even think it was a problem just a minor speed bump in our journey together.

As the relationship developed so did the relevance’s of a small problem. At first I didn’t release or even think it was a problem just a minor speed bump in our journey together. No big deal. But as the lack of an erect penis occurred more and more frequent I tried to address it and talk to him. I lured him in with his favorite food and beer to make him feel relaxed and comfortable to have a sensitive chat about his out of order cock. No big deal. I had never felt so low.

As we began talking. Well when I say talking I mean me asking is everything okay in a soft tone as I massaged his feet, while he grunted and shrugged his shoulders and avoided eye contact. After a few minutes of soothing words of ‘I love you’, ‘I want you to feel confortable with me’, ‘I want to make you happy’, he snapped. Stand by to see a red faced, veins raison and verbally abusive man I am in love with. Go! Four weeks pass. I had never felt so low. Gosh knows how he must of felt.

Four weeks pass. I lose a stone and have shredded abs. I win a beauty pageant to make him proud and to feel sexy again. I wear two chicken fillets under each boob in my newly bought Wonderbra. My clothes are both shorter and tighter. Yet, no erection. 6 weeks of hours of foreplay, kinky toys, sexy costumes, no clothes at all, role-plays, outside adventures, ‘special’ films and no sex. I spent all of my spare time travelling hours to visit him whilst he was away at work.