I’m a little buzzed, so excuse my selfish, pointless post. It’s friday night. Friday is always our fuck night. Always. M and I put the kids to bed. We light the fireplace. We have a few drinks. We fuck like bunnies. We haven’t had sex for days. First I was ragging it (sorry for the TMI, blame the Captain Morgan on that one). Second, blogging has changed my “bed time,” keeping me up later than normal. But we have had SO much sexual tension the last few days. We were so going to do it last night, but M was very tired and asked if we could wait until today. We have secret kisses, quite touches, sneaky ass slaps. Sexy texts back and forth:
(yesterday) ME: Hey love M: Hi ME: I’m horny
M: Good. I like it when ur horny. ME: Do you think you could help me out with that?
M: I think so. ME: What?!? U only think so? M: Oh, I know so!
ME: Good! I can’t wait!
(today) ME: Hi M: Hello and good morning sexy lover. It’s mother fuckin friday. Sorry 4 not fuckin’ last
night. I promise tonite. ME: Good! I can’t wait… don’t know what ur plans r, but I found an article
about a 30 minute orgasm… M: We sure can try!
So, all day I think of M and his hard cock and orgasms and head and squirting. ALL DAY! I come home from work. We kiss and touch every chance we get. After dinner, M falls asleep on the couch (which is a normal occurrence as he gets up before 5 am). The kids are loud, so I suggest he go to bed and take his nap there. He does. I clean up the supper dishes. I put the kids to bed. I pick up all the toys. I go back to the bedroom, and ask if he is going to get up. He mumbles a response. I take that as a positive.
So… I go to the store. I buy firewood. I go to a different store. I buy thigh-highs to go with the new sexy outfit that arrived in the mail this week. It’s vinyl. Bra, thong, garter skirt with the ass open and sexy little buckles. It came with a nice little leather paddle. I get home, wet with excitement. I make a drink. I go back to the bedroom. I crawl into bed. I lean over him. Whispering into his ear.
M won’t wake up.
So, now, here I sit. Drinking alone with a computer on my lap. In sweat pants instead of lingerie. Writing on my blog instead of cumming in my bed. Still wet, but now I will have to settle for my hand instead of his cock. My fingers instead of his tongue…