Doing A Carol 2
Part 2.
Dear Diary.
Let’s talk about sex.
Over the past few years, sex with Jerry has been very vanilla. You know, the obvious obligatory weekly missionary position where the basics take place with no whistles or bells. No earth shattering shudders up the spine and no tingling in the groin area.
When we first got together, Jerry and I did have fun under the sheets and went at it like rabbits.
But over the years, that had dwindled off as our careers took precedence and we hardly saw each other except at the weekends. And then the sex ended up like a simple dot to dot puzzle where the end picture is always guaranteed to be a simple and uninspiring finish.
I’m sure Jerry must have been getting his end away somewhere as he wasn’t getting it at home. Or I should say, not much at home. My shop was shut, big time and no one was going to open my shutters!
I didn’t mind as my metabolism and sexual desire had dived to an all time low. As long as he came back home to me after his little affairs, then that’s all I wanted at the time.
The key to his bank balance was more important than a map to his pants and him parking his used car into my garage.
Unfortunately, due to complications with my inner workings, I wasn’t able to have any children, so I’m guessing that gave Jerry an excuse to release some fluid frustration and find intimacy elsewhere.
But these days, things have come back to full circle and we’re now swinging from the chandelier. In one way or another.
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