Sexy Time!

Alright, enough of that emo bullshit previously taking up my blog posts.  Back to what I originally intended for this thing: sex.  Yes, sex.  The thing that creates and ultimately unites us all.

Right, so THE BOYFRIEND came over after his shift today.  He immediately got naked and likewise wanted me to get naked.  Hey it was hot in the house and I had just gotten out of the shower, so I did also.  But there was no sex.  He got hard, and here I was cuddled up to him, his dick practically staring at me.  So I said to him, giggling slightly and smiling up at him,

"That's a nice erection you have there."
"Yeah, what of it?  You're naked and pressed up against me.  It's gonna happen."
"No, no problem with it.  Just saying it's a nice erection."  

After some time of it still being hard and he not doing anything about it with me, I just said to him, still smiling and giggling,

"Do you want me to take care of it?"
"MMMM yeah."

So, I went down on him.  And after he came, he made the cutest/sexiest sound ever to come out of his mouth.  It was a very happy moan, kind of something you'd expect from a female porn star, but better.  Absolutely the best thing ever.   I kinda want it to be my text msg alert for him, if i could have it recorded.  Kinda like what Ms. Adler does for Sherlock (on the bbc show that is.  Not the RDJ vehicle).

LOVE IT!  Anyway, I was hungry having not eaten yet just in case he was hungry and wanted breakfast when he got off work.  But he had already eaten.  So I left him naked in my bed and watching Thor.  When I got back, I kinda exploded over the fucking dishes not being clean and my always having to fucking wash them.  THE BOYFRIEND just stayed out of my way and went outside to smoke a cigarette and text some one.  When I was finished eating and venting, I apologized to him for my outburst of anger.  To which he replied that was nothing compared to what he has heard in his life.

"But still, i've never gotten angry in front of you before like this."
"Are you alright?"
"About what?"
"About everything, anything."
"No, I'm not alright.  But I put up a front."
"Yeah I know you front.  You put up a wall and keep everything behind it.  But you are pokey and squishy inside."
"Yeah, I just don't want to get hurt or hurt anyone else."

He got all sweet and kind to me then, and said,

"Don't worry about it.  Just be yourself."

Just after we got back inside, started watching Captain America while naked and lying in my bed again, he got a text from a friend that I accidently (seriously it was an accident) read, "then what's the problem?"  Thinking that there's a problem with me, something that I did or said to him, I asked him myself what the problem was.

"There's no problem."
"Then what was girl's name here text about?"

And he doesn't say anything.  Just gets very quiet and contemplative.  I said to him, stumbling over my own words and thoughts,

"I love you.  I hope that it shows in my actions with you and not just with what I say."

Not getting a reply from him, I said,

"This is just my ... way of ... getting past that wall and trying to open up to you."

He got very quiet and just looked at me.  After a minute or so, he said to me,

"I need you to be patient."
"Patient with what?"
"With me, with this."  Getting a quizzical look form me, he continued,
"We've been seeing each other for about 3 months now.  And usually this is when things all start going to shit for me.  When I am the happiest I have been in the longest time, that's when it all starts to fall apart.  So, I need you to be patient with me."

 I start to get a little hurt inside, like he has been just parroting back the "I love you" that I say.  So I tell him, still stumbly and slightly hurt,

"When I said ... last week that it didn't matter if you ... didn't feel the same for me ... because it's mine, my feelings, I meant it.  It's me; I'm not going to get all girly on you."
"No, I meant it when I said I love you.  I can't lie very well."
"Well, I'm going to be patient.  With you, with this relationship that we have.  Whatever you need I'm here for you, I'll give it to you.  Whatever happens, we'll make it work."    

After that, we start kissing softly and sweetly, and he rolls us over so that he is on top of me and settled in between my thighs.  Things move along and soon we are having sex.  Slowly at first, then more heavily and faster.  Being alone in the house, I want to be on top and fuck very hard.  I ask him if he's cum yet and he says no, he wants to (and can) go on for a longer period of time.  So we adjust so that I'm on top and yeah, it's a very excellent fuck.  Lots of orgasms, and all very hard and ... WOW, mindblowing.  BUT it's not until I say to him,

"Take me, from behind, please."

That's it!  It gets very HOLY FUCKING SHIT amazing!  So, we're there, he's taking me from behind, and I'm cuming, but not hard at all, like the gas has almost run out of the tank, when he bites my back, bites my left shoulder, then slaps my ass very hard (our first time with the spanking), leaving a very red hand mark on my ass cheek, that I cum the hardest and loudest that I have ever IN MY LIFE!  I mean, I get all delirious and my limbs go all jelly on me and I can't move.  ALSO, apparently we were fucking for a good 50ish minutes too.

Once I feel like I can move again, I go outside for a smoke, he goes to the bathroom.  I'm out there for a good five minutes, expecting him to come out at anytime.  He doesn't.  So I go back into the house, and he goes outside, apologizing for taking a long time.  His ... uh, system hadn't gotten switched back over so that he could pee and it took awhile to do so.  When he comes back in, I'm lying with my legs propped up on my desk, listening to

He just looks at me, smiling.  Feeling sheepish about the song,

"It's a good song and I wanted to hear it."
"It is a very good song.  It's just a song that Nora Ephron would use."
"Oh shush."  

It is totally something from a Nora Ephron film or other chick flick.  I just really wanted to hear it.  Honestly, last time I played it on Spotify, it had skipped over Linger.  And I wanted to hear it to see if I had gotten my songs confused and THIS was actually Linger.  BTW, it's not.  Something fucked up had just occurred with my Spotify.   But here I was, lying on my back on my bed, listening to Dreams by The Cranberries.  It's all so .... not like me.  I cant see why he was smiling.

And now, having just had a very great sexy time with me, he's asleep on my bed once again.  And it's all so cute and special.   I love him.