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Not Her

Posted in Dreaming of sex, Fixing a broken marriage, Sex therapy with tags , on February 12, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders like an advert for conditioner.
A touch of mascara and subtle shade of lipstick highlighted a smile that sang of a genuine love of life.
The scalloped hem of her orange floral blouse wafted, butterfly like, milimeters below her tits (which were Continue reading

Fight the good fight

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex therapy with tags , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

There was no point in getting out of bed. It was Sunday: Friday night had gone from great to shit, and for pretty much the whole of Saturday I’d reserved my company exclusively for myself. Sulking, and licking my wounds. Again, the bed there was no point in getting out of was, by my own choice, the spare bed.

Some 5hrs later than I would usually rise (and, with the luxury of solitude, two orgasms later) I showered and went downstairs for breakfast. She joined me at the table.
Her: We should talk.
We did.

The conversation was Continue reading


Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , , , , on November 2, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

We had bad sex this morning.
No. That’s not remotely true. It went bad before we had sex. It was after She’d got back from the bathroom. After we had both looked at the clock and realised the ugliness of the morning’s hour. After we knew we were both awake. After I contemplated getting up to do some work. After Her finger tips had just about rested against my shoulder, but only just. After my hand reached for Her hip and the surprise of it finding the soft skin of Her inner thigh. After that wasn’t rejected. After She stoked my cock. After She rolled onto Her back and seemed to pull me towards Her. That’s about when it started to go bad.

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The aftermath

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , on October 5, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

When my Wife got home from work nothing was said about the text conversation. No surprise there.
My balls still ached, badly enough that the vast majority of my horniness was displaced hours ago.
I went off into the Big Smoke and networked successfully (I think).
About 10pm I got a text from my Wife saying “It’s no good. Cant stay awake. Going to bed.” As I was at best 90min from home, and there were folk I still needed to talk to, there was no way She was going to be up for a fuck by the time I got home.
When I eventually did, She stirred, Continue reading

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