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Originally Posted by pleather
and one more that wouldn't fit...
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Many women, myself included, have an "early training marriage." I had one of those too. He taught me what I don't want in a real husband. Not enough women learn the lessons taught in that abortive first marriage -- which doesn't really have to have a license and a preacher to learn the lessons -- but I digress.
The 11th picture on page one of this thead, the naked woman physically pressing her body against the window, reminds me of something my first husband and I often did. He took the lead in this one, but I didn't resist, so I can't say he forced me. Our bedroom had a sliding glass door and a balcony off of it. The view out the window was a very nice one at night, with the lights from university across the canyon and the hills behind it. He liked to stand naked behind me, pressing me forward until I was pressed tight to the glass door, sandwiched between the glass and his body.
The position didn't lend itself to actual sex, but somehow he thought it was foreplay. I didn't really dislike it so much, it just wasn't something I would have chosen to do for myself. The window was not a double pane window, so the main sensation at night, especially in the winter and spring when it was cold for San Diego -- and foggy -- was one of extreme cold. I will admit that he briefly warmed me up with front to front sex afterwards.
He liked showing me off, exposing me when he could. In the beginning, I thought it was fun, that it was nice how he was proud of my body. Before the marriage ended, I'd changed my mind, and concluded that he was doing it to embarrass or humiliate me, more as a matter of meanness than love.
In the apartment, we were far enough away from anyone that chances of being seen were nil, but he liked to do it when we were in hotels in Vegas too.
When a friend was changing clothes in our bedroom one morning, with the sun shining in the window, she embarrassed me by asking about the smears on the window. I didn't know much about cleaning things at that time, having just mastered the coin-operated washers and dryers the month before. She told me that when her sliding glass door got "those kinds of smears," I should use Windex with crumpled newspapers to get it really clean.