2004-11-09
A brief rant
So I read through all the entries in S523273.diaryland.com. I think I have found a kindred spirit. We both love our wives and families and just wish that we were a bit more on the same page with our wives regarding the frequency of our sex life. Although, S523273 seemed to start getting pretty itchy after a week or two, while my wife has not helped me reach the big O since there was one time in May (and January before that). Yes, you read that right. In calendar year 2004, my wife and I have had “adult play” three times, twice-in January and once in May. Of course there was a pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding during this year, but pregnancy is a huge turn-on to me and even if we cannot have intercourse, it does not mean that we cannot have any fun, does it?
I recently read about some successful studies regarding testosterone increasing the libido of menopausal women. Maybe we should volunteer for a study to see if it would work for 29-year-old women with low sex drives.
My wife feels bad that she is never in the mood. She tells me that she “wants to be” and that she feels bad that she makes me live like a monk, well I guess a monk probably would not masturbate nearly as often as I do. (On a side note, I again masturbated in the car on the way home last night after work; damn it feels so nice to be naughty.) I have gotten to the point where I really try not to make too many sexual references around her because she feels so touchy about the subject. I give her plenty of back rubs and foot massages. She loves to have me run my fingers through her hair and give her hair a slight tug. Her back hurts after chasing the kids around all day and I am delighted to massage her shoulders and neck. I just wish she would be a little more (or a lot more) generous about giving me a massage where I want it most. She has to know that I masturbate next to her nearly every night, there is no way she is that good of a sleeper. I guess she is content to know that I take care of myself if she won’t.
Sorry to have a complaining entry today. I guess I just need to vent every once in a while. All part of my life of quiet desperation I suppose.
-- rockabillie at 12:02 p.m.