shuefly wroteMaximum wroteshuefly wrote
I don't feel alone! My imaginary internetz friends are all the company I need.
Seriously.
For the most part, y'all are a fine group of people. Intelligent, sexy and whether or not you're all "for real," you've allowed me to get real with myself and my preferences.
I think the biggest difference for you is that you get to live this stuff out in your every day life, for most of us feeling alone, its because it continues to remain a mere fantasy.
I know I'm fortunate to be in a relationship, but I don't believe for one minute that there is something so special and unique about us. I really don't.
I also don't think it's necessary (or even a good idea) to allow this fetish to dictate your coupling, if your looking for a committed, long-term relationship. It's too limiting and a sexual preference can't provide the solid foundation that's got to be there if a relationship is going to last. Life throws too many curve balls and things besides your mate can get pretty heavy.
The point I'm hopelessly trying to make is if my husband and I found each other, you (general) can find your person too. People do it all the time. And when you do, it may take time for your fantasies to be fully realized. It took almost ten years for us to start exploring this fetish. During those ten years we've faced down some serious challenges, many of which are ongoing. We never would have survived intact if our marriage had been built around my attraction to a big belly.
So take a chance! My husband was not my "type." Wiry rock climber/mountain biker? Uh, no thanks. But there was undeniably "something" there between us, so I set aside my physical preferences. I fell in love with him and his body type became less important to me. A non-issue really. And contrary to a lot of comments I read, despite the fact his body was not what I had historically been attracted to, our sex life was not lacking for all those years. That said it has definitely gotten better since we embarked on this adventure so many months ago. So be patient too. After all, good things come to those who wait.
I'm not trying to get all lecture-y (though I guess I did - sorry). My intention is to encourage anyone here who has gotten into the habit of thinking there is no way he/she will ever find someone to shut that tape recorder in his head off! Unless you are actually a jackass and a jerk, hitting replay again and again is what holds you back. Like I said earlier in what has turned into my novella of a reply, I am not so special that it could only happen to me. Or if I am, then you are that special too. Seriously. It just hasn't happened
yet.
That was beautiful, thanks.