Stroke after stroke I was powerless beneath him: legs spread, pussy drooling, eyes closed, mouth open, panting his name between thrusts, pulling him a...ainst me, digging my nails into his back, and inhaling his manly musk that was oh so new and oh so right. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together and we had none of the usual first time awkwardness or apologies for misplaced elbows and knees. Like opposite poles of a magnet we just connected and our limbs locked as his girth easily split my. But for quite some time, I felt like something was missing. I wasn’t feeling fully satisfied after a random hook up with a Tinder date or a booty call with a babe from work. I wanted something different and to try something new to spice up my sex life. I felt like I was living on repeat, following a similar pattern. I was watching a shit ton of porn at home, constantly going out and hooking up with people, and still sexually thirsty. I just didn’t know what I needed to do to satisfy. It was late morning September 6th the Saturday before my birthday. My wife Lisa had left a half hour before to drive up to Cleveland to visit her mom. I had gone back to bed when the doorbell rang. I slowly climbed out of bed grabbing my robe and headed for the door, though the window I could see Char's family car. Now a strong knock, and my heart sank it was Char's dad. Did she not understand that what happened was a secret? Was he going to shoot me, or punch me? I was sure he'd be pissed, and. “Tell me what happened.”I described what had happened and Al asked several probing questions.“I think we want to do another EEG on you,” he said. “Honestly, I think your comment about a ‘short circuit’ might be onto something. Some sort of electrochemical reaction that interrupts your system. That information you gleaned by staying conscious the entire time is very helpful. When can you come in?”“I don’t have any travel or any other events planned for a month, except over Labor Day weekend. You.