Following on from my post above, I was talking to Louise the other night when we were preparing dinner when she admitted something I’ve suspected for a while now.
I was peeling a carrot that had been in the fridge a while, and said I was struggling. She asked if it had gone soft, and I joked that I couldn’t help it, it was the tablets. Without thinking, or looking up, she dropped the bomb.
“I’ve noticed.”
Previously I’ve told her that I’ve noticed it’s a struggle to stay up, and she’s always promised she hasn’t realised. Turns out she might have been lying.
“I mean, I can tell. You can tell, right? It’s OK, but I know. I can tell.”
We laughed it off - I told her about pumping up a bicycle tyres with a hole in it - and moved on. Like I’ve said, this is a big thing for me. I’m not paranoid, but part of me gets turned on by the idea of not being able to get hard and satisfy her, being crazy horny but unable to do anything about it. I don’t know if an impotency fetish is a thing, but I think I have it…