When the kissing had to stop
posted by sooyup
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Grumpy old man,
One-on-one
Not to mention the groping! Visitors can have a devastating effect on your love-life - although to be honest the kissing and the groping are not the main problem. After all, it only takes a second to give Emma a quick peck, or to grab a comforting handful. No, it’s blogging which has become a problem. For me it’s part of daily life to have images on the screen of bare-breasted Emma, or of Emma and me having sex. It’s become routine to write and publish intimate details of our sex-life, past and present. It’s a daily ritual to check out other sex-orientated blogs, and perhaps discuss the contents with Emma. But with the ever-present danger of house-guests looking over my shoulder, this part of our lives has been temporarily disrupted. I am still managing to keep abreast of things, but only by snatching a hasty moment or two when our guests are briefly out of the way. It may sound like I’m being unsociable, but I hate the idea of being furtive in my own home. Must go! Someone is coming - and sadly it’s not me.
Not to mention the groping! Visitors can have a devastating effect on your love-life - although to be honest the kissing and the groping are not the main problem. After all, it only takes a second to give Emma a quick peck, or to grab a comforting handful. No, it’s blogging which has become a problem. For me it’s part of daily life to have images on the screen of bare-breasted Emma, or of Emma and me having sex. It’s become routine to write and publish intimate details of our sex-life, past and present. It’s a daily ritual to check out other sex-orientated blogs, and perhaps discuss the contents with Emma. But with the ever-present danger of house-guests looking over my shoulder, this part of our lives has been temporarily disrupted. I am still managing to keep abreast of things, but only by snatching a hasty moment or two when our guests are briefly out of the way. It may sound like I’m being unsociable, but I hate the idea of being furtive in my own home. Must go! Someone is coming - and sadly it’s not me.
