Not guilty, just depressed that it seemed love and sex don't exist in the same universe - my ex-husband loved me but the marriage was celibate, and Mulder and I had fantastic sex but there was no love (at least no one was admitting to it). There was also a period in which a couple of guy friends wanted me to be their 'mistress' because their wives weren't interested anymore (or so they told me), and I stuck to my guns about not getting involved unless love was part of the equation. Lonely as hell, but at least I wasn't getting hurt ... I feel empty if there isn't love with the sex, like it's all a charade.

So, I'm from the opposite side, socceras - I don't want FWB, I want a real relationship.

But I do completely understand why you want it. The lonely as hell period made me doubt my convictions a lot.

I don't feel guilty. Relationships are nice and everything, but sometimes they can be so damned difficult. I find it to comforting to know that I have someone I can have sex with but I don't have to invest a lot of time or energy to keep the relationship up.

However, I will admit at times, I would give anything to hear "I love you" and "I appreciate you no matter how neurotic, rude, snippy, etc. you can be." You don't get that a lot with a friends with benefits relationship.

I don't feel guilty at all. Nothing that happens between two consenting adults can really make me feel bad... I don't derive guilt from pleasure, it's just best to make sure you know what you're getting and that what you're getting is what you want. Basically like Chili said, don't go looking for love in random sex, you won't find it. But if it's just sex you're after (as I have ever been), then what's the harm in enjoying yourself?