Following mystTiger’s comment. The guys are for fucking, pounding, stretching, boob biting, hickies, oh my God I’m stuffed, my pussy’s sore, my knees are sore, I barely slept, he did different things—some nasty things, he shoved it in my ass, he unbuttoned my blouse in the bar, he called me his *****, I was his little girl.
You are for loving her, completing her, comforting her, protecting her, building a nest together, sensual massages, gentle kisses, cuddles, expressing your desperate passion in the most compassionate way, taking your time, being hopelessly in love and in lust, belonging to her, reducing stress, sharing joys, approving, caring, listening, committing to her best interests, helping her grow, pushing her buttons, encouraging her to experiment with what she secretly wants, becoming a parent with her, and rocking her world because you know her body best. You are her life partner.
Guys can’t replace what you provide.