Sometimes when we go to our bedroom, or wherever it is that we’re about to fuck, it turns into this fucking time warp.
I just don’t know where time goes.
We’re so focused on each other, the pleasure, the sensations that it feels like only minutes have passed by but in fact, it’s been two hours.
Look, I’m not complaining at all. I’ll take it for as long as I can get it. I just wish I understood how the “fucking clock” worked.
Sometimes we have to do quickies because it’s all we have time for, but even those are like 15-20 minutes. Sometimes we’ll go for literal hours, six being our record. Regardless, the time spent melting into each other is worth every fucking second.
I’ll sleep later, fuck me now.
Life is too short.
We aim to fuck or for him to orgasm a minimum of once a day. This is something we both agree on and it really takes the pressure off of us because we both just know it’s going to happen. There aren’t “what if’s?” waiting around the corner. Sometimes, I’m sick or not home and in those times, he has to do the job himself.
Everyone does it, it’s normal.
I also understand the intense frustration with just wanting to come but not being able to. To want to just do it so you can focus on like or every day tasks. I so get it because I’m the same way.
My goal is to never waste a moment we can do it together but something’s are unavoidable. I told him that if he has to take care of it himself, and I’m at home asleep, please wake me up. I don’t care how sick I am.
I want it.
I refuse to waste the finale. It’s literally the best part.
The other night I had tweaked a muscle in my back from our pretty rough fuck session the night before. I was basically out all day, so when it came time for us, I couldn’t. So I asked him to please wake me up to swallow him down at the end. He stuck to his word and ohemgee, it’s literally the besssssst way to wake up. Fortunately, seeing him fucking hard as a rock and about to fill my mouth got me instant excited. We honestly did try to lay down after that but I told my back it could go fuck itself, I was getting some dick. ( funny enough, it keeps trying to autocorrect that to duck.)
So after maybe 2.5 seconds, I stripped down and got on top of him. I’ll be honest, I think I suck at being on top. Props to you men because that shit isn’t as easy as it looks. I refused to get in my head about it because I was destined to earn my second prize. I jumped on top and started to ride him and he was totally tired from post orgasm but quickly turned around. He was ready to go and I was so fucking thankful. We ended up fucking until 6 am.
We have to get our kids up for school by 8am so it was going to be a rough morning, except it wasn’t. We were both so thoroughly satisfied that the lack of sleep didn’t even register.
Fast forward to today and he had made plans to stop at home for “lunch” but ended up not making it because of work and our older kid had a friend over. I begged him to make time before he went out to dinner with his friend J, but he didn’t have time because of a project he was working on was going to take him right up to when he had to leave for dinner.
I pulled out alllll the stops, short of sending naked photos, and this man stood his ground and made me wait. I sent crying memes but it was well worth the wait.
( I’ve figured out that if I ever have an ounce of bratty submissive in me, it’s when I want sex and can’t have it.)
Later, after watching a show, we were off to bed but sleep definitely wasn’t happening. He started to fuck me and man it was so.fucking.good. There’s something about post period sex that just hits right. Like you’re done being punished for not having a kid, your emotions are evening back out and your sex drive is way up. It’s just great timing.
So we fucked in a few different positions and then this man came inside of me and then made me orgasm, while telling me all about all of the things he was going to make me do.
I fucking lost it.
The room went black, my body wouldn’t stop shaking and I had tears in my eyes after that orgasm.
It was definitely top tier.
My body still fucking hurts all over from it. Who needs a gym? Just more orgasms, please.
I think I might need to take an insurance plan out on his tongue, hands, and dick. They are fucking priceless.
This weekend we’re headed out of town for two days to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. I am so thankful we’re getting some time away from kids to go fuck. I don’t care where we go, what we do, or what we eat. I just want to be able to fuck, toy with different levels of pain and not have to be quiet.
It’s so fucking hard to be quiet. We have our 20 year old daughter, plus our 8 & 10 year olds in the house with us. It does limit things like how hard he can spank and how loud we both can be but this weekend, it’s on.
I hope they have a balcony.
Maybe we’ll venture out into the woods for a night fuck. Sometimes the thrill of being outside doing something you aren’t supposed to do is so fun.
That reminded me that for one of our anniversary trips we hiked part of the Appalachian Trail. We hiked Dragons Tooth and then decided fuck it, why not also do MacAfee’s Knob, too.
This was absolutely bonkers because not only was it raining but it was also getting dark and we had already done a pretty challenging hike that day. We decided to do it anyway and it was so worth it. Even though it was pitch black, raining and thundering, we totally fucked at the top of the most photographed site of the Appalachian Trail.
It was fucking cold and fucking worth it.
So who knows where we’ll be this weekend but I hope it leads to me barely being able to walk, his dick being sore and my stomach full of him.
Oh and celebrating our 25th year too.