More sexual layoff. H decided to discuss it more last night. He was rubbing my azz on the couch like he was about to rub it off. Mentioned the shorts and tank top again. At bedtime he complained about how much his hip joints hurt from training and how he wished he was physically up for sex. How am I supposed to believe that when nothing happens day after day despite repeated evidence of horniness. Yes, we are both controlled by his inaction. How miserable.
