Chapter Twelve
“She’s addressing your selfishness... your solipsism. It’s appropriate counseling,” wife Linda not offering an iota of sympathy for my jailed p***s.
It hurts, the skin chafing. But worse are the attempts to become erect. I know it cannot happen, but my p***s doesn’t, constantly awakening me in the middle of the might... the so termed NPT... nocturnal penile tumescence. Contributing to the frustration is frottaging against my wife. She sleeps naked and with a body sublime I cannot help smoothing against her. I so much want to please her... but she defines that as wanting to please myself. So when I bring self-induced pain, she laughs, telling me it’s well deserved.
Linda’s insouciant explanation comes as she sits before her dressing table and I assist with makeup and groom
