Tonight I’m going to bed soaking wet and my pussy and asshole are the best kind of sore. Everyone has standout days in their sex lives and for me, today was definitely a day to remember.
I’m the kind of girl you wouldn’t have noticed in school. Quiet, a little chubby, and pretty good at not drawing attention to myself. Yet underneath my apparently innocent exterior lurks a sex enthusiast. Through my teenage years and into adulthood, I had my share of varying degrees of sexual encounters (usually cybering with multiple guys I met in chat rooms) which would be completed with my nightly orgasm.
Despite the fact that I practically trained myself to require an orgasm in order to fall asleep, I now often find exhaustion getting the best of me. Many nights I drift off to sleep while trying to ignore the aching within my pussy. And so the tension builds.
A week or so ago, my husband found out that he is going to be losing his job and has been understandably depressed. He’s been with the company just shy of a decade and had hoped to stay there until his eventual retirement. Combine this looming black cloud with a particularly shitty day at work yesterday and you get a man who just looks like the definition of “bummed out.”