Lesbian Bed Death

Never in my life had I heard of Lesbian Bed Death...

...but now that I am going through it, I'm starting to worry about my relationship, and myself.

I pulled this picture from an Online Article (<---clicky the link) that I was researching at 4am in the morning. The reason for this is because, as my usual cases are...my lover and I are going through a rough time.

Though I try not to mention her name (as I know that will only cause problems later on), I have decided that I will call my girlfriend by the name of "Mercy", as to help my readers better understand where I am coming from,

(But back to the story).

Mercy and I had just gotten home from the warehouse (after taking some personal time off). As usually, we kicked off our shoes, and Mercy immediately got on her laptop. While this always irritates me, it is her normal ritual, so I do not say anything, and instead, grab my laptop to entertain myself while I wait for her to finish.

The plan was for her to check her e-mail and then we would watch a movie together...but that never happened. Instead, while I was surfing the web...she sat her laptop down and crawled over to where I was sitting and said: "Do you feel like our relationship has changed?"

I have come to notice that when Mercy asks questions like that, it is never a good thing...and so, I pursed my lips and asked her back,"What do you mean?"
"Well...we aren't as lovey-dovey as we used to be..."

And that's where all the trouble began...

As any other relationship would go...when a n argument starts between a couple, it always begins as an innocent question. Then, as that question is answered to the best of one's ability, then it becomes more of a debate, then an argument, then a full-out fight in the bedroom.

What Mercy was really getting at with all this was that, since getting back together, our love life has not been the same. We have not been as sexually active as we were when we first got together, and in a sense, the act of making love was becoming more of a chore as the months went on, and it felt more like having sex than doing something romantic and passionate. this, of course, lead to the option: "Maybe we should break up...because our relationship is obviously dead."

Now,  I cannot blame Mercy for these thoughts, because I have been thinking along the same lines for the last couple of months (myself). I have felt that, as of late, my sexual needs have not been met...and when they are met, they are hardly satisfying and more like a 2$ job.
For example, as we yelled and Mercy told me that it felt more like 'sex' rather than 'making love', I told her how I agreed and why I felt that way. I felt that, even though I tried to make an effort at passionate love-making via touching, massaging, and foreplay...she just made it seem like sex because she would instantly grab for the strap-on and would not even engage in any foreplay or oral with me...and it seemed like the only thing on her mind was getting the job over with as quickly and as cleanly as possible without so much as getting me to orgasm even a little. Once the job was done, I would still be horny, wanting more action, and we would not even cuddle afterwards which left me feeling like I was used goods.

Then, she went on to say that I just did not turn her on, and made no effort to do so. And when I went to prove her wrong, I had plenty of examples. There have been lots of days and nights where I have wanted to make love to Mercy. But all my attempts end in vain for one reason or another. One reason was because, every time I try and get her aroused...it is right before work. Mercy is the type of person that likes to take her time...even when it comes to getting in the mood. So naturally, though we could have really hot love-making in the 15 to 20 minutes before we have to get ready, she would tell me not to arouse her because it was almost time for work.

Another time...she was working and I was at home. So, while she was at work, I shaved my legs, put on my lace panties, aid on the couch with only a loose silk robe on, and watched porn for 3 hours so that by the time she walked in the door, I was ready to pounce her and take her for a wild ride. But, like with the classic TV drama's including the 'hard-working' husband...I got the classic line of,"Mmmm...hey there sexy." then: "Sorry baby...but I'm really tired."

So now it has turned into a matter of deciding what we should do. I know that when she goes away for the military that the spark will come back as we get to see each other less-and-less...but I also know that, that will make the temptation for her going for someone else much, much higher.

Advice, anyone?