I blame a lot of things that happen between Channing and me on the fact that he’s a werewolf. How often we eat. How much of what we consume is a meat of some sort. The drive to be outdoors almost constantly.
The relentless drive for another sort of exceptionally physical and partner-oriented ‘exercise’.
While it may be true that most of the s*x we have occurs because of him initiating, the s*x that happens after our little strategy chat over Channing's delicious hash-ambrosia-of-the-gods breakfast, well, that’s all my doing.
So is completely emptying the hot water tank in the shower, after which we wind up on the bathroom floor.
Then back in the bed.
And finally, return to the shower after the boiler has heated another fifty-five gallons of hot water for us, that we again use up en
