He knows about my extensive fluency in the hardcore categories of various porn sites. He knows I've been a compulsive masturbator since I was twelve years old.
I made a promise to my husband and to myself, long before we were even wed, to be austerely honest. That was the first time I'd experienced such a level of both secrecy and shame. One afternoon, after he'd fallen into a deep post-sex slumber, I serviced myself with my second, third, and fourth orgasm beside him. We fucked all the time, but even still, I wanted more, something only I could give me. My college boyfriend, burgundy haired and tattooed, had the high sex drive typical of most nineteen-year-old males.
