If nothing else, it’s great for those nights when I’m all touched-out or tired, when my day and my kids have run me ragged. You know the feeling: sex is the last thing on your mind – you’d think he would have gotten the hint from those raggedy sweatpants you put on – but here comes that tentative thigh or arm rub from across the bed. When my husband is already sexually satisfied, I’m more likely to be able to go right to sleep when I want. And if he isn’t, well, a quick blow and we’re both hitting the pillow. It isn’t a replacement for intercourse, but it’s a damn good substitute sometimes.
I know that my promiscuous lifestyle puts my career and health at risk. I don’t know if and when the people I’ve slept with will expose me, mar my reputation and ruin my career. I also had a pregancy scare recently. There’s always a risk of contracting STDs.
But in my mind, promiscuity is part of human nature, and I can’t get enough of the sexual thrill.