Lately we have sex every day after lunch. It’s been a month or so like that. Rarely there’s a reason we have to do it later. This reliable date is comforting and good for my mental health and my spouse’s also. There’s nothing to consider, just joyful siesta. We refer to it as post-lunch, post-lunch
“Hey, guess what I did while you were gone?” I asked my spouse. “What?” he asked. “Masturbated,” I said. “Oh, cool,” my spouse said. “And I recorded it,” I said. “Wow!” he said. “Yeah! What do you think of that?” “Sounds good!” he said. “I’d been wanting to for a long time. You wanna hear
I was lying in bed after a shower–it was a dark, rainy morning, and my spouse was out. I was pleasurably clean and vaguely horny, so I decided to practice sexual self-care; the happy chemicals might help me. I’d been thinking of recording myself masturbating for some time. So I turned off the fan and