Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Video
I’m out of town, I feel lonely. I watched TV and and no matter what I turned to – it was sexual. I went to bed very frustrated with the whole situation.
Sometime during the night I have a dream where an anonymous woman emailed me a video cam of her masturbating. It was from a generic, free email and was directed to my email – not the spam type with tons of names in the to: field.
The video never showed a face. She was white – almost pasty white – no tan lines whatsoever. Thin, relatively flat belly, nice chest, wonderful legs. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and it it draped on her shoulders – just barely in the shot. I’m going to guess she was around 30 from her body shape. She was sitting in an upholstered chair, maybe leather.
The video started with her topless with white jockey-style panties on. While seated, she started rubbing herself from outside her panties. Wetness ocurred and the panties came off. She was shaved. Her fingers started rubbing – occasionally dipping far enough inside to get more wet. The video had sound and just the sound of of her fingers rubbing her was exciting. Her other hand was caressing her nipples alternatively.
The mysterious woman stopped and turned to reach just out of the frame. She had a tattoo on her lower back. It looked like some kind of geometric design. She had reached for a small vibrator – judging by the newly added sound. It fit within her hand and was almost not noticeable except for the sound and every now and then I could tell that it was black or a very dark color. She began rubbing herself again with the new toy – again it would disappear within her every now and then and the sound would be muffled ever so slightly. The moistness was evident and she would stretch her tummy towards the camera. One hand was playing with herself, the other was propping her body up from behind. The mixture of the buzzing, a stacatto breathing pattern, and the arched body let me know she was close. Her body became frozen – her hand holding the vibrator in place as she cried out.
Her body relaxed back into the chair, the buzzing stopped and she dropped the toy from her hand. Her fingers explored the wetness – exposing herself to the camera some more. Her wet fingers were used to circle her erect nipples and they glowed in the light of the camera.
She got up from the chair and turned around to pick up a shirt and put it on with her back to the camera. The tattoo was no longer geometric – it was now flowery. That was strange. She put on the shirt and the video ended.
The person looked nothing like my wife and not really like anyone else.
I woke up and had an obvious hard-on. I was in another city and I didn’t have to wash the sheets myself. I started stroking my penis and in no time at all was exploding all over the sheets. I’m glad that the cleaning people wear gloves nowadays.
As I laid back down to go to sleep, I pondered the video a bit more. My wife doesn’t tell me that she plays with herself like she used to. Best Friend sometimes reverts to it for her own self pleasure.
Her body looked similar to what I remember BF’s body looking like. BF has a tattoo now, but I don’t remember what it looks like. I had a dream a while back – also while out of town – that freaked her out because I described her pajamas without ever seeing them. I wonder if BF uses a toy or not? I really want to ask her next time…
Best Friend called me this morning and told me of her evening of frustration and ultimate leaving the bed to take care of business herself.
We both share the similar view that masturbation for the most part serves a purpose of release – but kind of is a let down in that you don’t have the sharing or the other person’s touch that is a great benefit of sex.
Her husband must be crazy for not taking advantage of having someone who wants to have sex with him. She wonders if he’s getting it elsewhere – I wonder if he has any interest any more. Whatever the cause, he’s stupid. His excuse to her last night was some petty reasons – one of which was that she doesn’t know how load the washing machine and her lack of doing it correctly makes it spin out of balance.
I joked that she needs to find a toy that has a suction cup on it and she can ride the washing machine while it’s out of balance. Kill two birds with one stone. I think I’ll find one for her…
Last night I came home to an empty house – wife is out of town and kids are staying elsewhere.
I had a couple of drinks with good friend and her co-worker – someone that I have known better in the past.
Good Friend is in a new relationship and is going to surprise her boyfriend tomorrow night by showing up in a trenchcoat, garters, stockings, panties, bra, and high heels. I assured her that he would enjoy it. The talk for the evening always returned to her booty-call and what they were to be doing.
Just thinking about it during the drive home made me horny. Returning to an empty house did not help.
I pulled out an old, doctor’s bag that we have maintained since before our getting married. As a young couple, we were always more willing to try/do more for the other person. We started playing with restraints – wrist and ankle with chains to connect them all. We needed something to store them in and thought that we should find a bag. We went to a Goodwill and found an old, doctor’s-type bag. It was old, but worked fine. Over time it became the storage place for porn, position books, condoms, lubes, plastic sheets and whatever else we found through the years.
It also became the repository for old VHS tapes that we have made – especially in the late 80’s/early 90’s. I popped in some of the video tapes. It’s striking how young we looked. I was a good fifty or sixty pounds lighter, had long hair and was much less hairy. She was thinner and her body shape was much different than today. Mine too – I was slender and more athletic looking. Oh, what our bodies do as we age – I wish I paid more attention to that while younger.
The videos include rendezvous in the mountains and several bedroom scenes. Oh, the stamina of youth! There’s one video that because of the time stamp – we fucked for over an 90 minutes. Then after playing for about fifteen minutes – continued for another two hours minutes! It’s a sad tribute to aging as well.
Seeing us screwing on tape made me very hard. While I continued with the home movies, I looked through the bag. There were anal plugs that we had both planned on using. A penis-shaped vibrator that never ‘vibrated’. One year she bought me a latex pussy. We never figured that one out and the one time we brought it out it was not anything pleasurable. There were the old sexual position books, several VHS porn movies that we used to like and a few DVD’s that we had purchased in the last five or six years.
I looked through the position books – we pretty much had tried all of those. They were very campy – one was made from 70’s era porn pictures, the other had 80’s hair do’s.
The latex pussy was still wrapped in it’s original tissue paper. I watched more of our homegrown porn. The artificial pussy has lips and all. I brought out some lube and lubed my penis up real well. In hindsight, it’s pretty easy and just as long as you are well lubed – works pretty well. There I was giving myself a handjob with a fake pussy on my hand. It wasn’t overly satisfying – but in a pinch it was something different and served it’s purpose. I cleaned myself (and the pussy) up and packed everything back. Everything except for the videos.
I watched until the wee hours and was amazed and them all. We spoke. We touched. We played with eachother. We played with ourselves. The whole restraint thing – the very first time – is on tape. It excited me more to see us as we used to be. That makes me think that it could return to that.
If you just look at our faces and the way we touch and even the way that we made love – that we loved eachother a lot. I’m not saying that we don’t now – it’s just that it’s all different. Sex is now something that we have to plan a bit more and take too many other things into consideration – kids, time constraints, sleep. You can tell that we just fucked because we enjoyed it! Seeing how our bodies have changed is making me want to start doing sit ups more. Damn I looked sexy! We also did more active things together then. I want us to return to that as well.
There’s hope on those tapes!
I need to find a way to transfer those from VHS to digital. Who knows how much longer they will last 
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alcohol, communication, masturbation, relationships, Self Pleasure, sexual observations, Spouses, touching
Just to update the status of my life so far this year:
Things with my wife have been better than 2007 started out.
Communication has improved but still nowhere near where I would care for it to be. I have continued trying – not giving up like I had resolved last year. She had said she would improve but that only held for two or three days. It has returned to the usual level of ‘not much’ for her.
Sex has been more frequent – twice this year and four times in the last 24 days. That’s pretty much a record compared to the past year. It’s a very sad data report – but at least it’s better than 12 times in 12 months. I think that there’s hope. I also have come to the reality that I think that in my mind that I would like something sexual to happen at least once a week. I don’t want to say that I would expect it, but it would be nice to at least have something to count on. I don’t want it to be ’scheduled’ and I would love some more spontaneity in our lives. I will try to talk to her more about that – I already brought it up once but I think that she was drunk and will not have remembered it.
Drinking. I feel that this will be a big issue this year. If I ‘allow’ her to drink, I have a much better shot at the more frequent sex. It’s not that I forbid her – I just really discourage it because she’s so volatile. I am convinced that some of the strangeness is a mix of the alcohol and her diet pills/shakes/etc. I don’t know how to get through that issue. I just can’t rely on her to be a responsible parent FIRST if she drinks. I would love to enjoy a glass of wine with her and to come home and have a tall cocktail certain days. Weekend mimosas would be a welcome change as well. It’s just I can’t be a hypocrite and condone it sometimes and not others. This causes me too much thought and weighing the future of our lives together versus satisfying my sexual wants.
Touching. I long – no I need – to be touched. This is not necessarily sexual, but I want to have my hand held. I want to be hugged. I want to snuggle. I have brought this up too many times and for that two day period in December – I received it. I was happy. I felt better. My days were better. Best Friend has been through a lot in the past 30 days and we have tried to see if we could get together for a cuddle session. That has not worked and I have found myself coming to a reality that it may not work. I believe that we both need it and that it would be beneficial to us both. Still nothing sexual, but no matter what – the risks of being found out weigh heavily. Last month we met at a bar in a restaurant and just sat next to each other – shoulder to shoulder and held hands while we talked. If one of her co-workers or one of my family members had been at that restaurant that night – there’s no way to explain it to them. If B.F.’s husband had come in – he would have gone ballistic. If my wife had shown up – I honestly feel that she would ultimately understand – but that’s just that she does trust me. If we were kissing or something else – she would cut my pecker off. I just need to be touched more.
Masturbation. I have lots of issues with this subject. First and foremost, I feel strongly that if you feel the need to pleasure yourself because you’re not getting that ‘release’ with your spouse – that you should work together more on that. If you do it just because you can or feel that you need to – there’s some deeper issues that need looking at. Having kids raises more issues as well as I don’t want them to think of it as ‘dirty’ but I also want them to walk in on dad cranking one out to naked pictures of mom. My original plan for the year – based upon the communications that we had about being more open and more sexual – was that any pleasure would be done with the other person unless we were out of town, etc. There’s just been a few times already that I haven’t been able to go without it. More talking needs to occur here and I need to work out these other feelings/thoughts.
Friends. I need to reach out more to our friends. Mutual friends, our own friends, old friends. My social life sucks and we need to get out more and have more people over. I think that part of our problems revolve around that our lives revolve around eachother, work, and our household. We need that communication and adult conversation (that’s conversation with adults).
To wrap it all up – progress has been made – we still have a lot of work in others. I need to think more clearly on the good/bad of choices that I have made or need to make.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Spouses
Last night I couldn’t sleep. Something woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Sadly, I tend to fall asleep after sex at nighttime – especially when I’m a bit under the weather. It was to the point that I tried all I could to wake up my wife. She wasn’t having it. At this point I couldn’t think of anything but sex and my penis was very erect.
I went into the office, turned on the computer and pulled up some Halloween pictures that we had taken a couple years ago. She was dressed a Marilyn Monroe from the “Seven Year Itch” and the photos from that are pretty impressive. There’s a set of photos that pretty much do it for my – a set of me going down on her, a great action shot of my licking her, a beautiful one of her after a good licking – very moist and dripping, and a wonderful, full body, after sex shot. Needless to say, my release was quick. Fell right to sleep.
In the morining I was still feeling quite horny, I rolled over and found that she had already left the bed. A bit later I talked her into joining me in the shower. After explaining the night before while attempting to kiss the water from her nipples, she informed me that she has a ‘bladder infection’ and nothing was going to happen. At this point, my penis is very erect, I have a beautiful, naked lady in front of me and she’s not playing – literally. We both take care of the what you are supposed to do in the shower. I ask her to ‘help’ me by washing a particular part – wasn’t going to happen.
This is going to be a very frustrating day.
While on the topic of self pleasure – here’s my two cents’ worth on the matter. I used to subscribe to the thoughts that you will blow up – or meet some other dire end – if you do not ‘release’. That motivated most of my early masturbation. As I grow older – there are times that I just want to make sure everything still works.
There are those few times that I am just so ready to have sex and when I realize that it’s not going to happen – I take matters into my own hand.
I am a proud proponent of taking nude and pornographic photos of each other. I believe that the sole purpose of this is to have something to masturbate to later. Yes, you can just stroke your cock for no reason whatsoever. It’s not as much fun though. When you can look at pictures of you and your spouse fucking, sucking, dressed up, or otherwise having fun – it makes it more fun. I am not one who thinks that unmarried people should take pictures – nothing good will come from that. People break up and get mean. When you are married, it’s you and your spouse. Nothing wrong with that. If you divorce and the photos come back to haunt you – you can always just say that you were married. There’s no embarrassment in that. Okay, don’t take pictures wearing the other’s lingerie – nothing good could come from that.
Anyway, we have lots of pictures throughout the years. I really enjoy masturbating to those. It makes me remember the times and obviously from the pictures, we’re having fun. I do not feel any guilt towards masturbating to naked pictures of my wife.
I will occasionally peruse the photographic offerings of the world wide web. Although most of it makes me hard, I prefer to actually do the deed looking at pictures of my wife. It is rare that I’ll yank it to just a photo. I do sometimes feel like I’m ‘cheating’ if I crank one off to some random pictures. I really like reading erotic literature – but only the stuff that sounds more real. I’m not into the “My car broke down and the mechanic came and had to take off his overalls…”. The stuff that sounds realistic I like. It’s all probably made up.
Speaking of photos, here’s some things I like to take photos of. I really don’t like lingerie when you are making love. It’s not always soft. It’s usually really expensive. Those ‘outfits’ are rarely on long enough – maybe a few minutes and then I’m ripping them off. But, I like taking photos of the before shots. I really like the before and after shots. I also like random pictures during sex. The facial expressions are priceless. There’s some website of women’s facial expressions during orgasm that I think really sums up the reason I like them. Pure bliss.
If you want to do something fun during a dinner or some event. Take your camera (now camera phones) and take a picture of your erect penis in the bathroom. Then slip her the phone or camera and ask her to look through the pictures. It’s a great way to initiate something for later. I wish she would do the same to me, but as a guy, I really don’t need much initiation!
Photos are also a great equalizer to make yourself see your own body – and sometimes it’s faults. Seeing my naked blubberly ass from December’s photos really made me get more fit this year. I lost about 30 pounds, and started riding my bike. I still have some to go – but nothing like what I was last December!
As for videos. I’m not a fan of movies unless we’re watching them together. A guy really doesn’t need any extra stimulation. Just a simple kiss, a rub, a view of a naked breast – and I’m pretty much ready for action. Movies are kind of nice in between sessions. My latency period seems to be around 40 minutes, a movie can cut that to about 20 minutes but it has to be just right. I think that a good porn movie doesn’t have the 80’s synth background music and again – is a bit more ‘real’ rather than the staged stuff. Highlight reels. I think there’s money in that! Just show the ‘money shots’ – like 30 minutes of those. That is guy porn.
Anyway, that’s my view on porn. I don’t see how or why people pay for it – whether it be a magazine or online – there’s just so much free stuff out there. If you go online, just disable all your cookies, disable java, and clear your cache afterwards! I am amazed at people who spend hard earned money for pay sites. It doesn’t make sense.
I’ll tell you about my views on strip clubs later…
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: communication, Having Sex, Self Pleasure, Spouses
So, it’s been a little over three weeks since I’ve made love to my wife. I should be used to this after this year but I am growing tired of this – I don’t want it to be this regular… or irregular. I feel that if it was not for my self-pleasure, I would be actively pursuing sex from somebody else.
That’s sad for many different reasons. The first being that that my association of having semen squirt from my penis and happiness. It does make me happy. I would much rather share that happiness with my wife but that is not in the cards. Once a month just doesn’t cut it and thus, my masturbation. The other sad thing is that I am physically available whenever she wants to – which brings up the other sad item. Maybe she doesn’t want to anymore? I don’t get that, but wish I was in on that decision. Someone suggested that maybe she was getting it from somewhere else. I hardly think so, but I guess nothing is impossible anymore. It’s not that she’s not capable of attracting attention – I think it’s more of a time issue. Granted you only need a few minutes for a brief encounter and redressing – but I doubt it.
The current ‘rule’ is that there’s no time during the week. Well, that’s bullshit because there’s always time. In my eyes, it’s just her not wanting to take or make the time to do it. This rule doesn’t stand during the summer so I don’t get it.
You would think that this would mean that the weekends would be prime sex-having times. Not. There’s something going on that doesn’t make sense.
As a guy, I am very aware that making love is a two way street. There are those times that I am so excited that we’ll be lucky that I’ll last five minutes. There are also times that it is all about me, I just want to cum. But the majority of the time I make sure that she makes it there first – whether it be orally, digitally, or hopefully just from intercourse. Then she will just allow me to finish myself off after that. I’ve tried having ‘just passionate sex’ where we just get down to it right there – no foreplay, just get’er done. I’ve tried the whole making love with lots of foreplay – but she gets nervous that we are taking too long if the kids are in the house – awake or asleep. Last year she would be more amiable to hand jobs and that rare, once a year blow job.
When you only have sex once a month, it’s like it’s not overly comfortable for her when it’s over. Like a wounded athlete, she’s not much in for repeat performances. On those few occasions that I can still recall – after several days of having sex, she’s much more into multiple days – hell multiple times in a day. Now it’s just once. Then wait.
We have always been much more energetic, exciting, and experimental in our sex lives – which is why I don’t get this now. Yes, children change things. It is harder to just to find the time away from kids – but it’s much easier than it seems. Her stated problem is that she can’t relax if they are awake. I understand that, but also know that a movie or computer will occupy their time much more than wondering where/what Mom & Dad are doing. You would think that when the kids are away that we would take advantage of the alone time – but we don’t. I try – oh boy do I try. Occasionally our daughter will sleep in our bed – either she’s not feeling well or her room is trashed – and I can understand that.
There are nights that I will go to bed and will try to wake her up. It doesn’t work anymore. Mostly I either get kicked back to my side of the bed – literally. Or she’ll get pissed that I woke her up.
I can remember us just doing it in the laundry room, or the garage, or the shed. We’ve had sex in the car, on the balcony. She would give me hand jobs while I worked on the computer. The only thing that I can positively attribute to a change is my stopping drinking and my attempting to get her to do the same. Drunk wife was much more into sex than sober wife. Maybe she’s just punishing me in this way? I just don’t understand any of the reasons.
I enjoy – hell, i LOVE licking her to orgasm. The taste is unlike anything else in the world and being in between her legs she orgasms is one of the best feelings for me. I really do not have to ‘finish’ as long as I get to lick and play with her breasts. I understand having fluids leak out of you can make it uncomfortable for the rest of the day. I have offered condoms (“you smell like a condom the rest of the day”), not cumming inside her (“that’s just silly”), me washing her or taking a shower (“not enough time”).
It baffles me to no end. Why would you not want to have sex with your husband? Is there something at 38 that happens and it just goes away? Will I have to just deal with this until the kids move out? I am at a loss.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: relationship, Self Pleasure, Sex, Spouses
I don’t know when or why things change. I guess if I or anyone else could answer that, there’d be a hell of a lot more happier people in the world.
Things just change. I can’t say that we’ve grown apart or that something drastic has become different – it just does. I have tried to keep our sexual relationship in top form. We both enjoy it, we should enjoy it as much as we always have.
But we don’t.
We used to make love weekly, it wasn’t like a date – we just did. Whenever the other felt like it. Granted, I was usually the initiator – but there were very few ‘no’ answers. Things just started trickling off. When I first noticed, I would suggest that she come back home after dropping the kids of at school. We would have “morning” sessions, or lunch, or set the kids up with a movie. At first she would try to do it but just became less and less. The only time that we would really make love would be maybe once a month – unless we went out town. There would be obligatory holiday/birthday/special occasion sex. Oh, I forgot – there was drunk sex. The problem with living with someone that has a trait that you start to dislike – is that when she’s drunk – she’s up for anything.
No matter how much you try, how strong you say your will power is – you’ll give it up for some good old fashioned sex. It got to where I could use it to my advantage – and that is sooooo wrong. In my mind, she had created the enemy. Leaving me high and dry for literally – weeks, months. You get fed up and notice that that one more glass of wine, and I’ll be hitting that for a night. I don’t think that is/was healthy.
We spent two night away from the kids in another city last December. We had fun. We had lots of sex. I don’t think that I actually wore clothes for that whole weekend. We took lots of pictures and for the most part – really enjoyed ourselves. Little did I know that would be one of the last times. Starting then – until last weekend – we have had sex eleven times. Averaged, that’s once a month. Sadly, there was almost two months where we had none – we caught up in one month.
Around spring I would masturbate to the pictures that we had taken. I don’t think of masturbation as being so negative to your relationship if you keep it close that way. I was looking at the pictures of me and realized that I was getting rather large around the gut. It was very scary.
I decided to do something about that in the Spring and started exercising and watching my diet a lot more. I’m not one to go on a diet, I obviously have will power issues – but I just stopped eating so much. Over the summer, I lost almost thirty pounds. Exercising made me feel better, I looked better, and I had hoped that if that was a reason that she wouldn’t have sex with me that it would help that. It hasn’t.
Her reasoning is that she’s busy. Our scheduled don’t match. She doesn’t like waking up in the middle of the night. The mornings are too difficult because she has to get ready. She doesn’t feel well. The kids may wake up. The kids are awake. It’s too cold. It’s too hot. I really got tired of listening. After all, you kind of get discouraged when you get shot down all the time.
It’s no longer fun.
This is one of my largest dilemmas – is this what it is going to be like? Is this what growing old together is supposed to come to? Is this what I want?
Nothing in store for me last night and apparently not tonight either.
B.F. has not been talking much, I think she just needs time to sort this out.
Self-abuse has started again, but mostly from looking at tags and categories of other blogs. I’m trying to see what works and there are some quite randy blogs out here! I was worried about posting pictures, but apparently – nobody else is. I’ll have to think about that.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Breasts, Having Sex, Making Love, Nipples, Self Pleasure, Spouses
As you may have figured, my calculations were that wife would be starting her period – matched with her lack of sitting next to me to watch a few minutes of TV and the quick peck goodnight wasn’t helping my odds.
I have been surfing blogs – quite a lot lately – and I’m trying to see what format I like and I have found that reading about other’s…. escapades is quite fulfilling. Strike that, it’s not fulfilling, but a little imagination and some quick strokes and it’s quite better. I went to bed around eleven or so and went straight to sleep.
I was awakened by my wife asking me why I wasn’t attacking her. It took me a few minutes (maybe seconds) to get my bearings and to start fondling her breasts. She was more awake than normal – for nighttime – and I still couldn’t tell with certainty what she was looking for. Sometimes she’s more in a ‘dream’ state and isn’t into kissing me back, just my kissing her. Tonight she was in the mood for kissing. It felt good to kiss passionately.
She started rubbing my penis, which was getting harder with the mutual fondling. Sad, was that it wasn’t getting 100% hard – thanks to that little round of earlier self pleasure. I figured that I just needed some more time and continued fondling and kissing her.
Breasts are amazing. They are soft to squeeze, firm in that they are connected and they have these two ‘happy points’ that bring mutual satisfaction. Nipples are the best – they can be kissed, touched, blown, iced, heated, have food added – and they just react in such a cool way.
Getting back to business, we quickly stripped down – her from her underwear, t-shirt, and sports bra, me from my underwear. We jumped right back to fondling and kissing. I concentrated on her right breast with my mouth, the left nipple with my fingers and found her crotch with the other hand. Rubbing slowly, I couldn’t find a slippery entrance right away which momentarily distracted me. I concentrated a bit more until my fingers slid in and found her extremely wet. I asked – no I begged – for her to let me taste her and she said no. I pushed a bit further and she said maybe tomorrow night. She was getting a bit excited and rolled me over to my back and rolled on top of me.
Having her on top of me is a position that I love because I can see her breasts, her pubes, and my penis inside her. I can play with all of her or simply just enjoy being ridden. I was playing with both breasts and she was controlling where I was hitting her and was really getting at my balls with her hand. I had to stop her because I was right there. I concentrated on not cumming and worked on her nipples with my mouth. She was rubbing at ‘that’ angle that I know makes her happy. I was too busy with her nipples to work on cumming at the same time. She shuddered happily and the smile she gets reminded my why we used to enjoy doing this much more often.
She starts rubbing my balls again and I cum right away.
She gets up and gets some towels and comes right back. We talk for a little bit, I tell her about B.F.’s decision and she shares three other similar stories from her work.
I contemplate telling her about the erection from when B.F. hugged me – but decided it would not be prudent. I asked her why she woke me up and she said that she had just gone to the bathroom, that was it.
I fall asleep in her arms and she wakes me up to banish me to my side of the bed. I asked why and she said ‘You know I can’t sleep with you next to me – and you’re snoring.’ I roll over and go straight to sleep.
In the morning I woke up when she got up to go to the bathroom. I tell her to stay and she gives me the ’stupid’ look. She comes back afterwards though and gets next to me and says that we should talk so that we can’t say that we only talk after sex. The conversation quickly deteriorates into plans for the day and what I haven’t done lately. I roll over and fall back asleep.
The rest of the day we just fight over petty things and I keep reminding her that she said I could lick her tonight. She keeps replying that she said ‘maybe’. She just went to bed, lots of layers of jammies, and just a kiss on the cheek. I’m not betting on my licking anything tonight. But – that’s what I said last night…
