Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Because nobody does me like me.

At least half the time, at the end of a wild evening of multiple sex acts and repeated orgasms, when I come home and go to bed, before I fall asleep I masturbate.

I'm glad to be living in a culture and time where this sort of thing makes me only bemused and mildly worried, rather than seeking psychiatric help.


  1. I do that with my husband too. Doesn't matter how many times I get off, I have just that one more left to do.