Imagine going to work in an exclusively male environment. For the most part, you get along with your colleagues, and you are all very productive. Then you drive home to your house that you actually own. You walk through the door, and your kids squeal with joy at the sheer sight of you. They run towards you and you scoop them up in your arms. You set them down, your feminine wife walks in with a smile, and gives you an affectionate kiss on the lips. You sit down at the table, and the smell of fresh food that your wife has prepared fills the air. You get to hear about your kids' days, what they're learning about, and any funny things that may have happened to them. Afterwards, you undress and lounge on the couch, either sipping on some tea or some fine liqor. You admire how clean your house is. Your wife takes your clothes and puts them in the wash. She then sits down and snuggles up to you, and you enjoy each others' company. At the end of the night, you tuck your kids into bed, wishing them a good night and sweet dreams. You enter the master bedroom, and your wife is laying on the bed, maybe in some lingerie or a sensual nightgown. You turn off the lights, get into bed, rip off her undergarments, and in rough, yet fluid motions, your body becomes one with hers. You explode with pleasure inside of her, and she has an intense, visceral orgasm. You have to cup her mouth so that you won't wake the kids. Afterwards, she cuddles up with you, and you engage in emotional intimacy. You revel over what you both just experienced, recount fond memories, and look forward to the future. Your wife kisses you goodnight, and you roll over, closing your eyes and letting the darkness consume you.