Boxing Day blues
4:30am on Boxing Day is a bad time to be awake and horny.
Especially when the object of your lust is fast asleep and is guaranteed not to appreciate being woken for a fuck.
5:30am on Boxing Day is a bad time to be still awake and still horny.
Time to get up, and go downstairs.
We need to change something.
I need to change something.
I need a new refrain.
I need to instigate the change.
I need sex at night.
I need sex.
I need sleep.
I need sex to break this cycle of sleeplessness.
I need it to relax me, both physically and mentally.
I need sex for the sake of my sanity.
I need sex for the sake of my marriage.
I need sex for the sake of the physical comfort of my testicles and prostate.
I need to fuck my Wife at night.
If not I need to have a wank before bed.
I need to cum at least two nights a week.
Three would be better.
I need to tell Her all this.
I need to find a way of comunicating this.
I need to find a way of starting that conversation that isn’t like using a Howitzer to open a door when you’ve got a bunch of keys.
I need to break this cycle.
I need to figure out how.