My girl is getting a procedure done which will take vaginal sex out of our lives for about a month. We were discussing her fears and anxieties about the procedure, when she interjected with, “I’m looking forward to how much you’re going to be fucking my mouth though. I don’t know why but I think that idea makes me wish we saw each other more than I ever do about sex sex. Like every day… I wish you could come over every day that month.”
Crabby old man
Sometimes the crabby old man inside me tries to take over. I find myself more and more often trying to force myself not to be him. But if we have to force ourselves to do something, well is that right either?
