My conversations with Sir provided me with some interesting masturbation fodder. And there’s one that’s morphed into a total fantasy in my head; it ticks all my boxes and is fast becoming my “go to,” in all its various forms. Of course, the perpetrator is anonymous, but it’s still more intimate than some of my other fantasies.
I laid in bed this morning, all warm under the duvet, and contemplating life, the universe and everything. I didn’t really want to get up, but have errands to run, people to speak to. And today’s a make or break kind of day, extra motivation to stay in bed…
How do you cope when your level of sexual desire doesn’t match that of your partner?
Earlier this week, Mr Biter and I had a long conversation. I was at my most honest and vulnerable, not holding back, and it was hard. I cried. Problem is, we’ve become a lot more serious about each other than intended.
The short time I spent negotiating with Sir, despite it not working out, showed me how important structure is. And now/when it’s not there, I miss it.
Mr Biter was round. We lay next to each other, naked. Skin on skin. Flesh pressing into flesh. Warm, slightly sticky as our fingers roamed.
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