Hollow widow

 In the past, when I quarreled with my wife, often because I was sooooo nervous and wanted too much sex, I refused even some occasional cuddling. It was something like "if I can have access to the whole menu, why should I accept the gift of a dessert?": it's unfair and unhealthy, too much sugar without true and balanced food (actually, I'd agree that cuddling after a passionate, deep, sweaty, slippery sex is something similar to a Sachertorte at the end of a superb dinner... after that, you can only want yet a shot of a limoncello, that is a bath or shower together... even if there's the risk to start eating again).  Anyhow, I went out of my thought road, and on a dangerous downhill road... Let me try keeping my selfcontrol for a little bit. In these days, I know I've become a sphynx, difficult to cope with if you want to have a deep relationship, even if this means also that I don't ever grow angry, which could be nice. This morning, my wife asked for a c...

 I've been working outdoor for a week.  I took advantage of this time to write a letter to my wife. I tried (as softly and thouroughly as I could) to explain what I'm living and hoping. Seven handwritten pages. Maybe too many. She answered after two days with a WhatsApp message, two lines. Maybe too few. When I went back home, I put there a joke. She loves getting coffees. I told she could ask for them, but she had to pay every single coffee with a kiss. It worked. Once. At her second coffee, my kiss has been forgot.  I had hoped in some answer, by words or by works. I passed half an hour of our first night together caressing her. Till I fell asleep. But it would have been the same caressing a doll. Even if I had an embarassing erection.  The following night I found her already sleeping... out of sheets (it's summer and a hot one). Nearly naked. And I started desiring her. But. Would it have been a harassment? She not only didn't allow me to do things, but actually i...