At the first hurdle

Timeline: Tuesday evening.
Designation: Fuck night.

At the office, it had been a tough day for my Wife.
When She got home, it was

I really am …

… to use Evie The Rabbit‘s word … insatiable.

It was only yesterday we agreed [Did we agree, or was it my unilateral suggestion?] to make time for sex on Tuesday nights and Sunday mornings.
It is only 16 or so hours until we will test our collective resolve for the first time.
It was only last week that I resolved to stop flaunting my horniness quite so much.
And yet …

Two hours before the alarm clock and I’m awake with a hand clasping my hard-on.
My Wife’s breathing and movement suggests She’s awake too.
I reach across to Her and

Easy like Sunday morning … and Tuesday night.

Me: Is this anything more than a one off?
Her: I don’t know. We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.
There was a pause. It was ominous.
Her: If you mean am I usually too tired and stressed? Yes. If you mean are we usually going to bed and getting up at different times? Yes.
Me: If that’s all, then it’s all surmountable.

The conversation is a bit of blur from then on.

Me: We just

Fuck Club

How much can you know about yourself, if you’ve never really fucked?
When you wake up with carpet burns on your knees, soaked in cum and sweat, and your genitals raw and aching, can you wake up as a different person?
Losing all hope is freedom.
Passion. Endorphins. Lube.
It’s only

Watch

As you might well expect, Loyal Reader, knowing how juxtaposed my sexual past and present are, there are many things that I miss. That’s not to say my past merits bragging; more that I just miss the playfulness I’ve been lucky enough to enjoy in times gone by.

For no good reason, today, the thing I found myself missing was

Guest Blog – Always read the small print

For some unknown reason, I’ve contemplating inviting a guest to write something for my blog. And then out of the escapistgirl telling me how … oh, why don’t I let her tell you.

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Your iced-cocktails post was a light bulb idea. [AM: Dear Reader, if you haven’t read the post to which escapistgirl is referring, now would be a good moment to do so, else what follows may make little sense.]

I am probably the only person crazy enough to actually try it. I feel ridiculous and giddy at the same time. I decided to try it because

How long is a piece of string?

As She got out of bed I started wanking. She hadn’t yet left the room, and whilst it was dark and my actions were silent, She must have known. She was meant to know.
Wile She showered, I