Archive for Silence

Timing is everything and nothing

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , on May 4, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

At some point in the day I had voiced an opinion contrary to Hers. There was always the potential for the topic to be controversial, but She reacted badly … or I presented it badly … and whilst there was no shouting or bitching, She walked out of the room. It soured most of the rest of the day with a subtle, unspoken undertone.

Come bed time, I undressed as She was in the bathroom. She had already got into Her old, baggy, black, threadbare nightshirt. As I put my bright pink, pouch enhancing trunks and t-shirt into the laundry basket, I couldn’t help but notice the delicates laundry bag containing the Infamous Red Briefs. I guessed Continue reading

Marking time

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on April 15, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Back in … jeez I can’t remember when … was it 18 months ago, or maybe longer … there was some mention that we should schedule regular sex. We managed one fuck, maybe two at most, before that resolution failed completely. Now, so many months on, we have scheduled sex twice a week.

It’s Wednesday. We’re away on holiday. A self catering cottage. And as we prepared super, whilst our hosts’ kids entertained ours in the adjacent fields, I was tempted to ask Her if we were going to have sex later.
It felt Continue reading

Of closets and drawers and subtlety

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Underwear with tags , , , , on October 14, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

In the  … oh, how many years has it been Dear Reader? … 4 years? … 5 years? … since I became a sex blogger, how often have you told me I need to be open with my Wife about how much I need sex in my life? How often have you (rightly) lectured me on why I’m being unfair to both Her and myself? How often have you told me I should tell Her about my love of kink? How often, that I should come out of my own personal, self-destructive closet?
Far too often!

I’m not one for confrontation – the though of telling my Wife I’m a kinky pervert and celibacy erodes both me and our relationship a bit more every day is probably the one thing that actually terrifies me.
So I haven’t.
Fuck knows, on one level, I’d dearly love to have that conversation, but the prospect of how it might end is the thing that stops me even starting the conversation.
Well … Continue reading

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