After a couple of days without any room for kink or sexual activity, I start getting fidgety. Then a little agitated. As the week goes on, I get more aroused, while the time when I can actually do anything about it stays firmly parked on the weekend.
Work is part of it. Living with my parents is another part. Between those things and everything else, the freedom I want just isn’t there during the week.
Last month was different. I was out of work for a month, and I got used to having late evenings to myself. I could enjoy my private time without worrying about an early alarm. It was easy to settle into that rhythm.
Now I’m working again. The early mornings are back, and those open evenings are gone. I understand why my schedule has changed. Getting used to it has been less straightforward.
What surprises me is how quickly the restlessness builds. A couple of days can feel manageable, and then I notice myself getting increasingly wound up. Knowing the weekend is coming doesn’t seem to do much for the middle of the week.
I’m curious how other people handle this when work and a shared home put the same limits on their private lives. How do you settle into waiting when you’ve just had a taste of more freedom? My schedule is already back at work. The rest of me is still used to those late evenings.
