“How does your dick feel today?” I asked my spouse. We were in bed. I was checking in with him about pain level and feeling state, at the beginning part of sex. I had already asked about his head, feet, butt, tummy, and legs. “It wants you,” he said. “Wow! Great!’ I said. “How fortunate
I don’t normally drive, but I had to. We were traveling through the desert, and my spouse couldn’t stay awake. He blinked in and out of consciousness, I was driving, and I was like–why are there so many people on the road? Oh yeah–it’s Sunday afternoon. Everyone’s going home, from their weekend travel. I was
I was talking with my therapist the other day. She said, “It’s all imagination. You know how when you go to a place like an amusement park? There will be one of those wooden things, painted on one side, with a hole in it, and people stick their face through it, so someone else can