Sex diary: a woman and her sex once a week

Woke up too early. Cat had already run off to do his errands, and I stayed alone in bed, thinking I could still get some more sleep. But the urge to masturbate won. Once again I regretted buying a battery-powered vibrator instead of a rechargeable one. The batteries were on their last legs, but I got my orgasm in the end.

23:35

No point counting on sex today: Cat is very tired and emotionally drained. And honestly, I don't feel particularly aroused today either.

Today I went to my grandma's in the countryside until Thursday. It's an anti-sexual place, though it didn't seem that way when I was 15 and my hormones were raging. Kitty stayed home, he has work to do.

I came across an ad for a cuddle party. I read up on it and think I understood what it's about and what it's for, but I can't believe people don't get aroused there. I'm judging by myself, of course. I imagine a cute stranger, a man or a woman, gently stroking me in a pleasant, trusting atmosphere. And that definitely turns me on. A massage at a spa doesn't arouse me, though, but I see massage therapists the way I see doctors. And I certainly don't stroke them tenderly in return.

I probably can't squeeze any more sexuality out of my life today.

The countryside fills my head with anything but sex. I tried to keep track of my thoughts on the subject, but it seems that without my main source of inspiration around, I feel completely calm and not aroused.

I'm thinking about going home tomorrow and hoping that a short separation will add a bit more passion to our usual sex.

Came home, missing my love, and he's fallen properly ill. 1:0 to the vibrator, but it's not at all what I'd hoped for. I wanted intimacy with my love, and now I can't touch him or kiss him. It's really sad.

I'm going over to friends' while my husband heads off to a night shift. We once had swinging sex with this couple, so I'm always in a slightly playful mood around them. But that's not the only thing that connects us, so the playfulness is more down to the party drinks.

During the day we don't touch each other, since Cat is still sick. But at night we can't hold back any longer. Kitty starts tenderly coming on to me half-asleep, as he often does, and I can't resist and ask him to f*** me already.

There was no variety of positions or anything else special, but both my husband and I had very intense orgasms. I was even close to a second orgasm right away, which rarely happens to me, but the second one didn't come.

Fell asleep completely satisfied.

I woke up with a cold too. But it was worth it. Cat looked after me all day as if he'd already recovered, and that was just as nice as a romantic date. We had no energy for sex, but memories of our night really warmed my heart, and my body too. Although maybe that's just the fever. It's so good when we're together.