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Well, this entry will tell me wether I should have another blog, unrelated to sex. Not that I will be giving up on this one, but I have no juicy details to really add. We were under the weather lately, and I got better before the rest of the family, so aside from nursing them back to health I have had some free time. Being totally unable to cum without my wife's say so, not just by her domination, but the effect of necessary (supposedly) medication I have focused the energy elsewhere. Not to say I haven't been horny, or even tried to get relief. I have in fact tried in vain a few times, but I feel better when I can refocus the frustration, especailly if she isn't in the mood to tease.
So what have I been doing? It's boring really. I've been mostly making bread. I have a bread machine and a love of being in the kitchen (I'm the family cook). Inspired by a better diet, but loving foods that I should not be eating I have been working on my breadmaking skill (I am pretty adept at most scratch cooking). I have made like a dozen loaves already this month. I am making and freezing dough before it's second rise in the shape of hamburger buns because the crap they sell at the store isn't really bread (they remove the healthy part in America so that it can be stored for years unrefrigerated and still edible). I am practicing with the cheap flour that has the good part taken out, but once I get my perfect product I will be using freshly milled whole flours (the stuff you have to refrigerate/freeze).
Now that I've bored you how about this twist. The sexual frustration always eventually overcomes me, and when she ovulates (she has begun since she is getting better) I can almost smell it (a good smell I'd say). It drives me wild with sexual heat. I visited her briefly in the bedroom (not for sex) in the middle of breadmaking and I had the strangest epiphany ever while shaping the bread moments later. I can create sex art with dough. Edible dildoes, giant penis loaves, tittie rolls. Yep, the thought of sex does occupy my mind at every turn on this stuff (the meds).
