30.6.10

Fridges and frigging

I am currently enjoying the luxuries of, once again, living in my parents's house. At least for the next few days.

As I mentioned in my last post, S. destroyed our fridge, and now we are waiting for our
property managers to install a new one. In the past, whenever we've had a problem in our building, it has been fixed promptly. Although this time, the problem wasn't created through some kind of malfunction. So perhaps the fact that we won't be getting a new fridge put in until Monday is a sign of their disgruntled sentiments towards my chisel-wielding boyfriend.

Until we get a new fridge we have little to no food. I moved all the contents of our fridge and freezer to my parents's house so nothing would get spoiled. The only problem is that all that food still needs to be eaten. S. destroyed the fridge on Monday. I did a big grocery shop on
Saturday, and bought things like ham for sandwiches, yoghurt, milk, tomatoes, baby spinach . . . All tasty things whose expiry dates are coming up soon.

S. suggested that I spend a couple of days with my parents, and I thought this seemed an excellent idea. S. may visit his parents, or stay with me. Personally I'd prefer if he stayed with me because then I wouldn't have to miss out on our sleeping together (S. is a fantastic sleeping partner. He seldom snores, he never overheats or does a tuck-n-roll, and he is a snuggle fiend. My only complaint is that he tends to crowd me, ie. I will be at the edge of the mattress and he will be pressed against me, with what looks like miles of bed on the other
side of him). I love to have a bed partner. S. and I have been sharing a bed for so long that it just feels so strange to sleep by myself.

At the moment, though, S. is still at the apartment. He came home after work to find that I wasn't there, and only then did he check his voicemail to hear that I wouldn't be home. His parents are away at their cottage, so he'd have to check with them first to see if he could stay at their place. I said he's always welcome to stay with me, and he said that he'll sort things out tomorrow, but for now he'd just prefer to stay in the apartment, since it was late (after midnight) and he was already there. A worthy argument.

And then he told me to make him promise he won't stay up until 6:00am masturbating. I said that's ridiculous, and made him promise to be in bed by 4:00am.

S. has a bit of a porn addiction. We both enjoy porn (I actually don't know any girls that enjoy porn as much as I do, especially the work of Sasha Grey. The girl really loves sex and just gives it her all, you've got to admire that) but only one of us spends a ridiculous amount of time jacking off. I have always been a quiet and efficient masturbator. My feelings are that I want to come, and I'm going to do it as quickly as possible, and be on my way. This is the main reason that I love sex toys.
Brilliant!


Rarely do I set aside time to really fuck myself. If I'm going to take a long time to get off, I might as well be having sex. After all, isn't that what sex toys are supposed to be replacing?

Well, actually, I guess sex toys are filling in for the absence of good sex, whether temporary or ongoing. Also, there are things a vibrator can do for you that is not possible with a man (or woman; I like those, too). Conversely, there are things a man can do that a vibrator can't (for instance, tonguing).

While S. is masturbating tonight, I won't be. Part of the reason he has to is because I have chronic pelvic pain, and this makes it difficult to want to have sex. And gosh darn it, S. loves me and won't have sex with me if he knows I'm hurting. He doesn't even ask for oral sex or hand jobs as a replacement and, to be honest, who can work up the enthusiasm to suck cock if they are cramping horribly when it's not even that time of the month. So as it stands, it has been a few days since I've been able to (enjoyably) have sex. And to give an idea of just how bad things are, even if I were pain-free and horny, and masturbated without penetration and came, orgasms themselves are immediately followed by pain. It's a rare case indeed that any kind of sexual encounter can go by without some kind of pain.

I feel bad about this a lot of the time, especially because of how things were when S. and I were first together. We were both 20 and I was insatiable. Pain came occasionally but never lasted long, and I was never bothered about it. As for what causes it, all the doctors I've been to are saying endometriosis, which is this.

If S. wants to stay awake until 4:00am watching internet porn and masturbating, I have to say he's earned it. And if he wants to be tired but satisfied and sleep in until 1 o'clock, more power to him, I suppose.

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