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Hey look! There’s a bloody great elephant in the room.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Kirsty, Sex therapy with tags , , , , on May 14, 2020 by Accidental Masturbator

Finally! 18yrs after We first got together, 16yrs after I moved in with my Wife-to-be, 14yrs after We bought a house together, 13yrs after We got married, 8½yrs since I decided to try to reinvigorate our flagging sex life, over 900 blog posts since my Wife happily accepted The Infamous Red Lingerie, 6½yrs since She rejected The Classy Blue Lingerie, getting on for 3 years since We last fucked, 2½yrs after I moved out of Her bedroom, something like 45hrs and 4 different counsellors between us, and finally Continue reading

Party. Party. Party.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , on November 18, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

So we partied.
And when we were partied out, we headed back to our room.
And we got ready for bed.
A couple of times through the day my hand had lingered on Her arse far far longer than it ever normally would, or I had grazed my hand along Her suspended strapped thigh. But by this time I was tired, and expectation had given way to apprehension and I didn’t want to engage.
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Expect the unexpected

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

This weekend my Wife and I had a blissfully childless weekend away at an upmarket hotel. You shouldn’t be surprised, Dear Reader, to know that the mere thought had my jeans bursting at the fly, and in anticipation of the naked fun I was dreaming of, I made preparations for Operation Eyeball Obelisk.

I should probably be a little ashamed of myself, but in the hope of reciprocation, before we’d left home I’d taken a peek in Wife’s underwear drawer, to see if She might be wearing some of Her Xmas present: the bra and one pair of briefs were absent – a good sign, but the thong, torsolette and suspenders were still there. Not surprising, but a pity.

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