August 1, 2008...11:28 pm

Tuesday Mornings

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I just feel like the most un-sexual being on earth right now. This is kind of a big deal to me since I happen to enjoy sex a lot and participate in it 3-4 times a week. After having a hysterectomy the rule is nothing in the vagina for six weeks. Now believe me, I plan on participating in non-vaginal sex before my six weeks are up but I’m just not ready yet.

So Jay and I had gotten into a little habit we like to call “Tuesday Mornings.” We are both up on Tuesday mornings early enough since I also work on Tuesdays. So, we have sex real quick basically before he walks out the door. It takes no longer than 5-6 minutes but it’s actually a great way to start the day. We’re both freshly showered and groomed and Jay is already dressed which is kind of a turn-on for me. My hysterectomy was on Tuesday last week. You bet we had our “Tuesday Morning” that day at about 6 a.m. before leaving for the hospital. I knew we wouldn’t be having sex for six weeks so there was no way I was passing it up. Jay was more than happy to oblige. But this Tuesday, our actual 13th anniversary, there was no sex. I missed it. I mentioned it to Jay just to see him smile, but we both knew there was no way anything sexual was going to happen.

I haven’t asked Jay what he has to think about to be able to orgasm that quickly. I imagine it’s some 22 year old well-hung grad student but I try not to think about that. I’m enjoying it so big deal. I can’t orgasm that quickly unfortunately but it’s still satisfying to me. I’m on a shitty antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication that I’ve been on for awhile and it has sexual side-effects and one of those is that it takes me like 20 minutes to get there (not all the time but most of the time). I’ll probably last about five minutes in about four weeks when I get to have intercourse again.

Back to my un-sexuality. I walk in the living room after a shower tonight, pulling a T-shirt over my naked breasts and I say “At least my breasts are still here.” Jay barely looked up from his laptop. (He’s always enjoyed my breasts very much – odd for a gay man maybe but now that I say that I remember Jack from Will and GraceĀ  was a real breast-man too.) This made me feel great. I just finished washing my stitched up gut and examining my bruises so I already felt good about myself. Jay and I always sleep in bed together. I like to be able to touch him in the night and hold his hand. I’ve slept on the couch a lot since coming home from the hospital for comfort reasons and Jay sleeps on the couch that is right next to me. But, we can’t reach each other so I feel lonely. I think that not being able to be intimate with Jay has made me feel excluded from his life. Things have been busy because he is working and has to come home and take care of the stuff that I can’t do right now. He is still chatting with his on-line friend which is fine with me but normally when he is done I get to lie close to him and even get a good fuck now and then so we re-connect. So, I’m jealous. He loves his chats with Nate (and I love Nate) so I don’t want him to put those on hold just because I’m moping. But I just miss the intimacy I have grown accustomed to. Especially Tuesday mornings.

7 Comments

  • Oh girl………..<<<>>>>>

  • Oops…..it blocked out my hugs….sending you hugs and positive vibes…..until your next….”Tuesday morning”……

  • you’ll be alright and you will have your tuesdays.
    :-p and :-D and :-* and a bit hug!

  • You are very fortunate. It sounds like you have more sex with your gay husband in one week than my straight one would give me in a year. I’m a lesbian, but I thoroughly enjoyed straight sex, so I can understand how that could be true for Jay, too.

    It’s complicated, isn’t it? Nothing is ever as it seems it should be.

    Be well.

  • I really appreciate you telling everyone I can complete the task so quickly. Me being able to accomplish an orgasm in less than 5 minutes ain’t exactly impressive. Thanks so much for sharing.

  • Oh Jay…..thats a compliment….take it in the spirit its given….in all my dabblings, no man ever did in 30 minutes what you can do in 5……so take the compliment….Oh Anginae…you lucky girl…..:)

  • Jay is also a most fortunate man!

    For me, the hiatus between intimacies is measured in weeks. Last year we did it four times. That’s all year, folks.

    My wife has her issues (and I mine). Yet hearing these stories of missing such frequent sex from couples who’ve known each other as long as I’ve known my wife?–it could turn a man into a cheat.

    But it hasn’t. Yet. There’s always the computer screen. (Guilty, self-loathing smirk).


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