Context: I’m a 37 y/o 5″11 caucasian man, happily married to a petite 4″10 asian woman. We have what most people would probably consider to be a very “vanilla” sex life. For the past 4 years, I’ve been keeping a personal diary of pretty much every sexual interaction we’ve had together. I’m not really sure why I started doing it. I guess if I tried to analyse it, it’s because unlike photos and videos, a diary allows me to accurately reminisce over the exact feelings, sensations and thoughts that were occuring at the time. It makes the memories so much more vivid.
With that out of the way, let’s rewind back to March 2022. We weren’t having a great night. We had one of those typical marriage arguments that start over nothing, and escalate much further than it should have. After a few hours of angry words and frustration, I decided it would be better if we just took a breather. I locked myself in the spare room and decided to sleep on the couch, leaving the bedroom to her.