I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
Because I was extremely uncomfortable talking about sex with him at all and particularly in such a graphic way, I told him that I did not want to talk about these subjects.
I stayed in submission to my husband, and he allowed me to do anything I wanted to. I felt like I was lucky to have that kind of romance.
As regards personal relationships I cannot say that I had any particularly personal intercourse with anyone.
My ex-wife, she really didn't like the material that I did. And that's something I regret, that I wasn't more careful about making sure that she was O.K. with it. I just sort of didn't ask. So that's how that goes.
Performing was something I could cling to. It was the only thing I had some control over and that's why I did it. If I hadn't, I'm not sure which way I'd have gone.
I'd never had so much pleasure with another human being.
I took pleasure when I could. I acted clearly and morally and without regret. I'm very lucky.
I guess he wanted to see a little more sexual activity because in real life, in bed I think less is more and let the woman come to me. Frankly, I don't even need a woman there.
From the start. As early as - I felt I was in the wrong sex; I really did. I would go into my dad's room and put on his clothes.