A Revelation
The perils of neglectI found the condom. I should have suspected. Months ago, there was the little bottle of personal lubricant, tucked discreetly under the contents that jam the drawer in her bedside table. Certainly, it wasn't there for me. When we do fuck, occasionally now, she is difficult to enter, so much so that penetration can be painful. Understandable at her age - at our age. And yet the lube has never made its way out of the drawer...