Pornography Stories

“Fuck,” I said. My wife of fourteen years, Marnie, had just gone for a shower. I figured that gave me twenty minutes or so. I pulled up my preferred porn site and scrolled through the thumbnails. These hurried dalliances with pornography were all the meager life-support that remained for my dismal sex-life. A few years after we’d married, Marnie went through a major bout with depression. She started seeing a therapist and...