“What’s this?” I asked my spouse. He was hugging me, and his semi-hard dick was pushing on me, through his pants. “What’s this?” he asked me, gently grabbing my right breast. I giggled. I touched his dick, and it poked out more. “It’s a boner,” my spouse said. “It’s because I love you. I’ve had
“I need to wake up,” my spouse said to me. It was morning, and he was having a slow start. “Do you know anything in particular that might help you wake up?” I asked. I was still in bed, writing. “Like what if you could try yodeling. Or you could masturbate. Or you could plunge
In between places are where I like to dwell. It’s true–some people take advantage of undefined. But I’m comfortable with the liminal. I’m happy to do something that English language doesn’t have words for. A friend who I’m doing something liminal with said that she and I are platonic lovers. I don’t think Plato has