With working so many hours, I’ve been exhausted. On our usual night for adult time, Austin headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Me: I’m really tired, Bubby. I don’t feel like sex. But if you still want me to @&^#, I’ll be happy to do that. I just don’t think I’m up for sex.
Austin: Oh no. If you don’t feel like sex, then I don’t want you to *&@(. That wouldn’t be fair to you.
Me: I’m fine &((@ you. I just want you to be happy.
Austin: I am happy. It’s fine. Since you’re not up for sex, we can just spend some time together and talk.
Me, whining: Do I have to? Can’t I just (*&()&&*# and be done?
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