I can’t remember what I’ve done with my lingerie. I look in the containers under my bed, as if my sexual self has been relegated to the wrong side of the mattress. I imagine my husband’s sexuality down there too, our shadow selves making love deep in our unconscious as we cuddle above the mattress as brother and sister. Jalina Mhyana
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The last few weeks, I have been writing about the fact that I am seriously disturbed by the thought of my husband having sex with other women. This is because my husband was forced to enter therapy to deal with his sexual addiction. For many years now, I have been urging him to stop viewing sex as something that has to be done with me. I feel that he still gets off on the idea of doing it with other women. I am now wondering if he now gets off on thinking about me having sex with other men too.

Source: Dreaming In Night Vision: A Story In Vignettes

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