I have found myself caught in another series of novels that at best have helped me escape my this dreary existance and at worst have corrupted me beyond repair. Having always had a penchant for the twisted and bizarre, it is no suprise that in the sexual solitude that has become my monagamus(sp. correct me duchess) realtionship that i long not for the freedom to pursue fantasies with others but to find my fantasties fulfilled with the one I love..Ah, but alas, this must be unheard of... !!!SExual fufillment in a healthy relationship.. How do i tell my man about all of this pornagrapghia going through my head??