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Optimist or deluded fantacist?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , , , , on August 28, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

[This is the 2nd in a short series of posts written whiqlst on holiday, but having got to rhe point of publishing, hy heart isn’t in it. But seeing as the reasons behind that, including my own self destructive nature, perhaps this us the most pertinent. so publish and be damned.]

Two weeks holiday. We were to spend a fortnight in the same bed and my Wife would have around 30 opportunities to see me naked for the first time in months.
So …
I shaved off what little pubic hair I had so the sight of my morning wood would be even more eye catching.
I looked forward to my Wife getting Her tits out for the sun. Perhaps the orange bra was indeed a bikini?
I silently rehearsed accidentally dropping a tantalisingly small reference to historic beach nudism with exes.
And I packed a lightweight novel I hoped would be surprisingly salacious and that might provoke even a modicum of conversation.
[Ed: You don’t need to say it, Dear Reader – it’s plain to all AM has some serious issues.]

Roughly half of these things happened.
And not the desired half.

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Ce qui sera, sera

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Male pubic waxing with tags , , , , , on August 13, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Apartment booked : check.
Passports checked : check.
Flights booked : check.
Sunscreen bought: check.
Bags packed : check.
Pubes completely shaved : check.

Pubes completely shaved? You may well be thinking that seems quite out of character, Loyal Reader, and you’d be right for a couple of reasons.

I’m not usually a fan of completely shaved pubes: the aesthetic doesn’t quite work for me, and I far prefer waxing to shaving (unless I’m getting to shave a pussy, in which case I’m an A-Grade Ultra Fanboy!) So why have I completely shaved my pubes?

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Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on December 28, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

It had been a rough day at the coal face of family life. Actually, two coal faces. And neither traumas involved fighting with my Wife. On the contrary, for one we were almost on the same side, and the other we were both shared the same enemy. By the end of the day we shared the same metaphorical bruises but had inflicted very few on the other.
Once We were finally left alone …
Me: Lets just Continue reading

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