I have posted on this site about Déborah, my girlfriend for about ten years, who dumped me just one year ago.
Deborah shared my rectal temperature fetish. She was may be even more addicted than me as she confessed to me that, as a single woman, she would spend litterarely hours with a thermometer planted in her rectum to compensate for her lonelyness and her frustrations.
Deborah allways kept a strong interest on the thermometer reading. I posted about her being overjoyed just because the thermometer had registered the same temperature for the two of us. She daw this as a good omen for our love.
I also reported that every time we took eachover's temperature on our laps, Déborah noted all the figures on a booklet, then on her phone.
Eventually, the evening Déborah left le, she produced a printed version of her records, as a gift to me ‘’ so that I could masturbate on them, as my own rectal temperature is my main concern in my miserable life''.
I confess that, after the shock of the break down, I spent hours confronting Déborah's detailled records with my own memories, with a mix of excitement and bitterness.