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That’s just your point of view

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , , , on October 19, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

An ex-fuck-buddy of mine, Fiona, used to like me to hold a mirror so she could watch my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. I was more than happy to oblige for various reasons.

  1. In my naive youth I had Continue reading

Easy like Sunday morning … and Tuesday night.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on February 24, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

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.

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Equation

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , on November 8, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

I don’t have time to relate the following in any detail so please excuse the brevity.

We fucked.

OK. I’ll not be that brief. But forgive me if this is incomplete and I refrain from too much commentary. Continue reading

Wedding night

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on November 5, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

Having said the wedding raised my blood pressure, I should fill you in on another couple of details.

As mentioned, the dress code was black tie and ball gowns: I dusted off my dinner suit, and my wife wore Her poshest frock. Nothing remotely as provocative as many of the others at the wedding, but hey, She’s not that kind of woman.

We were running a little behind schedule when the babysitter arrived, and neither of us was dressed to go out the door. So we hurriedly got tarted up. I couldn’t help but notice She was wearing the infamous red bra and panties, and I was not displeased to see the matching suspender belt and stockings getting their second ever outing. Continue reading

The good, the bad, and the I-really-don’t-fucking-get-it

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on October 10, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

I hope you’ve been keeping up over the last few days, Dear Reader, because I’m struggling to do so.

Two hours before the alarm was due to spoil the morning we were both awake. (I apologise for the increasingly predictable starts to some of my recent posts.) She got up and went to the bathroom. It was early, really early, and as She had said She was too tired to fuck only yesterday there seemed no point in hoping for a shag.

When She came back to bed She snuggled up and it was only a minute or two before Her fingers started to head south. Continue reading

I can’t tell if She’s listening?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Parenting, Sex, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on October 6, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

Last night it was my turn to be asleep on the sofa at 9:30. At 10pm I was asleep in bed an I have no idea what time my Wife came to bed.

Come Sunday morning, no surprises, I’m awake way too early, She’s asleep, and my erection is twitching like Frankenstein’s monster still wired to the lightning conductor.

Oh yeah … and my balls still ache.

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Maybe I just don’t like pussy

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , , , , on December 3, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

We’re both awake at 5am, and my Wife rolls over, wrapping Her arms around me.
Her : I got woken by strange dreams.
Me : What were yours about?
Her : I can’t remember. How about yours?
Me : This is going to sound weird …
Her : OK.
Me : … anxiety about forgetting keyboard shortcuts [on the software I use for work] and trying to convince you that the cheese counter of the supermarket isn’t the right place to buy sex toys …

I have a confession, Dear Reader.
I
was having an anxiety dream about QWERTY keyboards, but the bit about my Wife trying to buy a vibrator instead of large, ripe, blue veined Stilton … That was based on a dream I had ages ago, and I’ve wanted to tell Her about it ever since. But as we don’t casually chat about sex over lunch, and have never talked about sex toys, it wasn’t going to be easy to drop into conversation. Until now.

She strokes my chest, and we both know we’re going to fuck. I’ve not had a wank in something like a fortnight – maybe it’s more – it certainly feels like it. Because I know She wants to me to cum when we fuck, rather than needing Her to finish me off with Her hands, I’ve been hoarding my sperm, and trying to remind my genitals what they were designed for. And you know what, Dear Reader? I think it just might work, this time.

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