A different type of evening

By the book

Tonight, for the first time, I popped my headphones on and read a book while my husband watched telly.

This is quite an evolution this is in our relationship. For all of our time together I have taken something that my husband said to me as a rule to live by: it is rude to read when somebody else is present.

He said this probably some twenty-six years ago, at a time before we lived together. That means that one if us was visiting the other; in such a situation, reading might be rude.

He’d never expected me to take it so to heart.

Stupid literal brain.

I read for maybe ninety minutes, making a few notes as I did so she listening to music. Then I removed my headphones and he put something about the Tudors on.

Weird groin ache

I’ve had an intermittent ache in my groin. Above and to the right of my cock. It feels at once both do and superficial.

I am wondering whether it might be affects of testosterone on my cord stumps.

I’ll have to keep an eye on it; I suppose that it could simply be connected to all the humping furniture about because my back also aches.

Eunuch goo

I’ve been feeling a little horny of late, thanks to the low dose of testosterone; and since the husband and I aren’t yet physically intimate, so I decided to perform a little system test.

It felt good! I really love my orgasms now.

It’s weird how the goo just seeps out the end of my cock; there’s quite a lot of it really, and it’s a bit like slightly opaque wood glue – it’s sticky.

It also smells nice and I like to rub the excess over my abdomen.

Actually, it smells like my spunk of old, even if it doesn’t have the look, texture, or taste of it.

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House and flat

I’m board!

The chaps are here today preparing the floors for sanding.

There were a few problems:

• Dead pipes from a radiator that we recently removed. We can’t do anything about that at the moment.
• Lighting! We haven’t replaced the light fitting from the flood. I am very nervous because my husband is going to replace the fitting!
• Furniture. I’d taken everything apart from a table and the sofa out of the lounge area, hubby had brought back a few things. I’ve taken everything except the sofa and put it upstairs. We are going to have to try to get the sofa into the kitchen tonight. That’s not going to be fun.

Just before I left come to counselling, husband and I move the sofa into the kitchen and dumped it there! The lounge is now completely empty.

It seems that the wiring in the dining area is damaged from The flood, so my husband has wired up a makeshift light to help the floorboard people. Clever sod!

Flat news

On the way to counselling, I received a phone call from the lettings agent: they have let the flat.

I need to have moved out and cleaned up by the 19th of October.

I feel sad about that but also relieved – it is one less financial obligation.

Counselling

What’s with all the work in the lounge on the floor, I have a bit of headache. I’m craving a bit of silence!

So I actually listened to fifteen minutes of hypnosis with a guy with the most amazing American accent; I can’t place where in the States the accent comes from, but I would guess south or central. Nice tone to his voice too. I was completely relaxed and my head felt better.

Counselling was mostly a recap of the weekend and there conversations with my husband, including the strange anger I felt at him getting the TV down into the lounge – irrational and almost certainly ASD. My counsellor understands that ASD can play a role in my reactions.

The journey I’ve taken with him has been fascinating and really wasn’t the journey I expected to take. I have learnt way more with him than with any other counsellor – or support group.

He really is most encouraging and supportive, and I raised that next week well be the last session in my flat. It might even be the last session ever. I crued when I told him this and he gave me the most wonderful hug.

Perhaps, I am naturally reaching the end of my time with him, and this ending of the flat and my therapy is sat the right time.