I cannot seem to get the wherewithal to stop what I’m doing (and it seems like I’m always doing something) at any given time long enough to come in here and write anything.

So I’m unloading the task onto you:

In comments, anonymously if you prefer, tell me the story of the best sex you’ve ever had. Make me feel like I was there, make me feel and understand why it was as hot or amazing or surreal or memorable as it was.

Ready? Go for it.

We’ve taken to middle-of-the-night sex; something I’ve always loved but found few kindred spirits were up for (so to speak). But waking up at 4:30 or 5 am seems to have struck the right balance. No stress we’ll be late. No blazing morning sun to squint against. Nobody else awake. And the grogginess adds to the whirlwind, which adds to the excitement.

We’ve slowed down some since September and October’s 6-week fuck fiesta, but that was expected. Now, beginning our 8th year together, we are, sadly, down to just 4-5 days a week of sex. Sigh.

In contrast, this is a little depressing.

I promise I’ll get around to that review eventually.