soggycherry

Sex is hard. My wife rarely smells right. It seems she has trouble wiping off her pee. It might be a universal problem for women for they have a lot more layers and folds within their system. Highly inefficient system. The money they spend on toilet paper could be saved towards rent. They also grow longer hair, I think, so it doesn’t work in favour of lazy women like my wife who don’t shave. She claims shaving gives her bumps and itchiness. She also claims to be a feminist. She forgot about her permanently duzzy curls which look like they itch more. Nowhere I can find out. We don’t talk often. The last time I touched her was the end of December last year. It is now May.

Her name is also May, so I am reminded of her today. Most of the time, when I do touch her, I have to use so much scented moisturiser. So much moisturiser I don’t consider myself touching her. I don’t actually touch her, in a manly sense. It was vicarious. And is usually so. I usually use my rose scented body lotion, as she smells like a combination of day old pee, char siu pork that has been left on the kitchen countertop for 12 hours and self consciousness, which the slightly nauseating smell of roses neutralised. I got it from Depop. I want to try non vicarious touching some time. Maybe tomorrow. She’s a pushover so it’s easy to convince her. The main difficulty is myself. I don’t yet have the courage. Maybe some time next week then. Or next month. You know I could just start with her face. I don’t need to go straight to the jungles. One step at a time. Speaking of which I also haven’t touched her face in maybe two years. She’s ugly, you’ve guessed it right. She also has a permanent layer of face oil and blackheads. So grotesque. She also has no hair. Apparently she has been sick for a year. Ovarian cancer, apparently, but only stage II. She’s almost recovered anyway. I await some non vicarious sex, darling, I will always remember the first time I saw you.