I’ve had sex. It wasn’t a compromise. It wasn’t solely for her pleasure. It wasn’t to save the relationship. It wasn’t a violation.
I did it for me. I did it because I wanted to experience it.
On the whole, it was positive. It felt good. I liked it.
It wasn’t the mindblowing experience I was led to believe. It didn’t sexually awaken me. I didn’t start craving sex with every waking hour of my life. I didn’t suddenly start to feel sexually attracted to her or anyone else. I felt like I was acting.
That was nine years ago. I haven’t had sex since. I don’t miss it.
I’d do it again in the right circumstances.