Merry Christmas to all. Or happy holidays, joyous festive frolics, and enjoy a few days off for the non-religious / non-Christians. With the influx of alcohol and food comes the influx of relatives and wrapping paper. But with all these additions, where does one take the opportunity to enjoy a little self-administered stress relief? It's tough enough to find any peace when the house is rammed full of people demanding food, dancing around the cat scratch pole and wearing the dodgiest of god-awful aprons, so trying to find an uninterrupted 5 mins with roger to alleviate the craving for your honey is nigh impossible. And surely the idea of any kind of sexual arousal is somewhat wrong when surrounded by your nearest and dearest?
Anyway, I suppose the answer is to store it up for when they depart - and then to wank yourself silly with all the fantasies permeating your every waking moment. That makes up for the absence of him in your arms in the morning. Or getting you supplies when you wake up with the dreaded Boxing Day hangover....
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