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I have been in a long distance relationship for about 8 years now. For both of us, we are in our mid 20s nowadays and this is the only serious relationship either of us have ever had.
We have visited one another for months at a time once a year, as people and as partners we get along great and my partner brings me so much joy and trust in ways I have never experienced before. In terms of the reality of living together independently, we have already faced it the best we can given the circumstances without issue and we finally want to tie the knot next year so we can begin visa proceedings.
This is, all in all, sounding very positive, and it is. That said, there's one pretty big roadblock. Sexually, out compatibility is struggling and I don't know who to tell because it's so explicit to discuss and feels wrong and weird. We share some basics, but both of us have had to sacrifice a lot of sexual expression to accept one another in every other facet. I'm going to get into some graphic terms, so if you don't want to hear them then I'd advise you dip from the subject now.
The whole situation spans anywhere from a year and a half to a few years to our entire relationship depending on how you look at it, I choose the first option.
My partner and I got together at the very end of 2018, meeting for the first time mid-2019.
In 2019, we didn't do anything particularly hardcore because neither of us had any sexual experience and just had a vague idea of what sounded good. All we did was fool around a little exploring one another and figuring out where we stand. My partner went into that trip thinking that they wanted sadomasochistic punishment, but they did not. It left them confused and uncertain at the end of the trip but they took a month or so and concluded that they didn't want what they thought that they wanted but that my contribution was everything they could have wanted so we saw it through even so. Bear in mind, I had no clue what I wanted either, I just knew that it felt good to be intimate with someone I really love. Anyway, considering we never did anything penetrative for particularly hardcore, I left thinking "well I put on a dominant top persona for them, and I felt okay doing it, so that must be me". This was my fatal flaw, I thought that my partner knew it was an act out of love for them, but apparently that got lost along the way.
Then, of course, COVID keeps us apart for years. Fast-forward all the way to 2022, and the situation remains about the same. I put on this persona, they really enjoy it, and they do some stuff that I was curious about in return that they are comfortable with. We're inching closer to one another's trust and comfort and everything feels great.
Now it's 2023, still nothing penetrative but I decide I want to try eating them out, which is notably something not stereo-typically macho like I was asking to try out prior. Now, this really, really sets something off in my brain. It kind of rewired me in a way I never expected, I'm crazy for this. In any case, I'm still providing them with the usual top dom behavior that they knew of and they're still enjoying it, so I don't think much of it at the time other than it felt awesome.
Then the time between 2023 and 2024 goes by. In that time, I start to reflect on why I liked *that part* so much. It is in this time that I realize that the persona I had been putting on did not align with at the core who I sexually felt like I wanted to express as, which of course created some complication especially because we only see one another once a year.
I show up to their house in 2024, and now my partner decides that they want to go for penetrative. I do it, and in terms of intimacy it felt great, but it just... didn't hit the same as when I was eating them out. For all the talk it had been given over the years, it felt okay, but I wouldn't say mind-blowing. I got to do some more eating out and there I felt cloud nine.
Then we roll around to the spring of 2025, a few months before the next meeting. At this time, I am struggling greatly with my emotions. Previously, I was willing to believe my feelings sexually were a passing phase, just something and nothing, but it was both times we had the visit now that I saw the contrast. So, it gets to one random day, and I work up the courage, knowing it could very well spell "the end". I admit my submissive tendencies as calmly and as gently as I can. I didn't want it to feel like a nuclear bomb of turncoat but I also had no idea how I'd gently work this idea into our lives. Notably, a focus of the discussion was that I had been having thoughts of cuckoldry, it was kind of driving me wild. I knew it was stupid and I knew it was playing with fire, so I made it clear there and then that I never ever expected them to actually go and do it and that I just had to be communicative, not that I wanted anything to change. They took it quite well, actually, I was very proud of them and felt lucky, things continued on as normal from there for a while. In fact, my partner God bless was so gracious that for a while they were willing to role-play the whole cuckoldry thing to a small degree, just calling me that name every now and then, I felt so lucky. Eventually, my partner admitted they weren't comfortable doing that, so because I care about them, we stopped, though of course in my heart I was a little sad that even this compromise was too far.
Then, we get to the next visit late 2025. We do penetrative again, and once again it is a very intimate beautiful experience but I don't feel that buzz, that excitement. I conclude that it is probably my fault, to a degree. I don't feel at fault for enjoying what I enjoy but I do feel at fault for exploring it to such a degree that this rift has occurred, though then I flip back to wondering if this rift was always there silently waiting to come to life. Towards the end of the visit, I let my partner know that I thought it was wonderful but I'm not getting that mental "buzz" I get from submissive, degrading activities unto me, giving them what I thought was a reminder that I am doing some of the top stuff as an act to show them that I care about them getting a high out of sex. This did not go as I thought it would and I regret it a lot. I massively failed communication as a partner and for quite a long time my partner thought *all* of my top dom behaviour was 100% genuine, I could swear I had made it clear but I mustn't have, and it really messed with their mental. I felt dreadful about it, I had gone and messed everything up, but through extremely clear communication about the whole thing for the entire years thereafter to today, my partner feels comfortable in knowing what is real, what is fake, and who I really am.
So, we're not in a terrible position, we don't fight or anything and we've never had a bout of outright disliking one another in any way. But, that said, we share a difficult sentiment in this relationship and how we choose to continue it.
My partner knows that I'll never truly be the cruel, degrading ruler that they want and I know that my partner will never do something similar for me. We're almost too similar, in that ironic sense. We both have shared thoughts throughout the communication that the idea that we can never ever experience these sexual highs we seek is saddening and something we have to accept as a large sacrifice if we want to keep this relationship going.
We are now just a week or two away from this year's visit. In the hopes that perhaps my issues with penetrative sex are purely nerve-related from masturbation, I am remaining entirely celibate for the 2 weeks leading up to the visit so that, when they are here again, I can once again try penetrative and see if the problem was so simple and entirely my fault. I just don't know what to make of our path forward if, even after a nerve-ending reset, penetrative still doesn't feel like much in my brain space relative to the submissive, degrading acts I crave. I know what I would really enjoy sexually after having it in the real world and I know what my place is in the bedroom, I just don't know if I can accept never ever getting to be there for someone who otherwise could never ever be better in my life, and I'm sure my partner feels the same sometimes. Non-monogamy is not an option, as you may be able to understand from earlier descriptions. It is also important context to know that the both of us have serious social issues and found each other like a needle in a haystack, I do not seriously think I will ever find anyone like this again that makes me so happy especially when we were there in the formative years.
So, what do you guys think? I know I've screwed up big along the way in some places here but I've tried to make good on it, I am very grateful my partner has remained. I just don't know what my plan of action is if we get to penetrative one more time after my last thought has been exhausted and it still doesn't work out.