Wedding night sex is hard work.
It’s probably the most unsexy, least exciting sex that a person can have. You’re tired, maybe drunk, maybe very drunk and that dress you’re wearing takes a mighty long time to extract yourself from.
The sex comes after a long day; a long day, which has been in the works for what might have been a long year. Or maybe even two long years.
You’ve been awake since 6am. You had your first champagne before 8am. You’ve been through hair, make up and posed for 2963 photos. You suddenly feel for those girls on America’s Next Top Model because you now understand the pain of chaffed mouth corners which result from too much smiling.
You’ve danced the nut-bush, the Macarena and the stupid YMCA. You’ve had awkward conversations with more long lost relatives than you can count and certainly more than whose names you were able to remember. You’ve sat down for a total of three minutes and 7 seconds AND you’ve had to enlist the help of a bridesmaid to go to the toilet more than once.
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I haven't been married but I was a bridesmaid for my sister. By the end of the night I was so sick of being touched, around other people and smiling that I couldn't stand letting my partner touch me. Can't imagine how much worse that would be if it was my own wedding.
Saying sex is "compulsory" just smacks of idea that women owe their husbands sex. No one ever HAS to have sex.
Yup! We went for a good two hour live sesh - Didn't bother getting out of my dress either for half of it!