On Day 14, I cheerfully folded laundry alongside my wife. Rather than feeling it was a duty, I actually enjoyed the process. I hold liberal views on household duties and share the load with her. Still, folding clothes is usually something I dread—I see it as another weight to carry. After two weeks without relief, however, my mindset had shifted considerably.
I struggle to reconcile my progressive stance on gender roles with how easily I slip into a happy, submissive state, open to my wife’s suggestions after several days of staying orgasm free. It’s simply physiology: once I have that Big O, I don’t feel as motivated to pull my weight in the chores.
That evening, I experienced one of my finest climaxes yet. I fibbed slightly when I claimed it wouldn’t alter how I acted or felt, well knowing it would at least for a few days.
It’s challenging enough trying to balance logic with hormonal reality.