more fuzz, less fun

Philippa hasn’t kissed me since Friday. She blames the ‘cookie duster’ but I think that’s just an excuse. She’s been cooling towards me for a while now and this is just the latest stage in a gradual ceasing of physical activities. I was warned before our wedding that agreeing to a marriage was a sure-fire way to attain celibacy and I laughed, but maybe there was some truth in it. So many people that I know lost the spark in their sex life when they became Mr and Mrs. There must be some deep psychological change that is instigated within a woman’s body when you place a band of gold upon her finger, or maybe women just give it up to you until they’ve snared you, and then they give it up. Who knows? All I know for sure is, I’m getting hairier and hornier by the day. 

RC 16-11-16