I swear our s*x got even better after Russ bought his guitar. I was afraid maybe that was because he still felt guilty somehow for buying it, though there was no reason I could come up with why he should. Or maybe something about having the instrument liberated him from the straightjacket of his job. I couldn’t help grinning when I thought the guitar, a major phallic symbol in modern culture, reinforced his s*x drive.
If it was the latter, there’s an irony involved, since Russ, always happiest as a bottom, became practically insatiable. He was often aggressive in our lovemaking, regardless of who was doing what to whom. Mind you, I wasn’t complaining
Looking back on it, I’m inclined to wonder whether the frequent, intense s*x we had in the guitar era wasn’t designed to keep me from suspe
