ElySioNs
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After I had to leave his body in the hospital, I came home to an empty house (except for our cats).
I'd cried, sobbed, screamed, but felt like my chest was going to explode just as my had world imploded.
I needed to release the pressure, so I masturbated with my magic wand, and climaxed. There was no arousing sexual element to it - my body just demanded that the only way I could deal with the situation was to get my vibrator out. I then sank into an exhausted sleep where my husband was still alive.
This was several years ago, and I've never told anyone this, until writing this just now. I still feel ashamed of myself for doing what I did despite knowing it was a grief reaction.
This year's anniversary hit me quite hard, and I had to get this off my chest. :-/
I'd cried, sobbed, screamed, but felt like my chest was going to explode just as my had world imploded.
I needed to release the pressure, so I masturbated with my magic wand, and climaxed. There was no arousing sexual element to it - my body just demanded that the only way I could deal with the situation was to get my vibrator out. I then sank into an exhausted sleep where my husband was still alive.
This was several years ago, and I've never told anyone this, until writing this just now. I still feel ashamed of myself for doing what I did despite knowing it was a grief reaction.
This year's anniversary hit me quite hard, and I had to get this off my chest. :-/
