The country has gotten so crazy, I've begun to question my own sanity.
It's Monsoon season.
We've had clouds.
The country has gotten so crazy, I've begun to question my own sanity.
It's Monsoon season.
We've had clouds.
"I woke up with the most solid erection and had the most explosive orgasm for the first time since my wife passed away almost 3 months ago. The weird part: I'd been dreaming about this guy at the gym with the biggest cock I've ever seen hit on me and I went for it. Why would I suddenly be dreaming about men?"
I wouldn't read too much into it. Accept that sex is a part of living, regardless of the avenue it takes.
My suggestion is, if you haven't already, try seeing a grief counselor. They understand the varied stages and don't judge the path through it.
Readers, any other suggestions?