"Wait, this isn't coffee!"
"Yeah, I know."
But I can't hold the laughter in and just crack up. Busting out with a laughter that is loud and happy. And I am happy. THE BOYFRIEND just got a promotion. It comes with a 2 year contract, which he is not so happy about, but at least he has a guaranteed job with a higher pay.
Once I finally got him coffee, we got down to business. It wasn't fast or slow, although at first I thought that it was going to be slow due to the slow kissing and touching we engaged ourselves in. It was definitely sweet and loving. He got me off first with his hand, which is what I needed apparently. After my round of anti-biotics, it hasn't worked the same. I mean, I got extremely wet before at the thought of sex with him. Now, only a dribble, which has made it not so enjoyable at first. But after that, I went down on him, and throughly enjoyed it too. I don't know too many women who enjoy giving head, but I certainly do. As long as I'm gonna get something in return. While I'm down on my knees, I look up at him over the rim of my glasses and I can see the pleasure that I'm giving him and it drives me on, giving more and more. But I got tired of that and wanted more. I got up to get the condom, going on all fours to give him something to look at while I'm searching. Nothing from him. Not even a touch or spank. What does a girl have to do to illicit a response from him? Sex after that was the usual, really. I was on the edge of the bed, legs splayed open while he stood up pants down to the ground. I watched while he grasped himself and found his way deep inside me. It was quick and quiet. But highly enjoyable. He got several orgasms out of me this morning. We are finally getting back to our groove. After two weeks of hardly any sex, and when we couldn't NOT have sex it was not all that enjoyable for me, ... HALLELUJAH!!
Yeah, of course I still long for the times we did have sex and it was mind-blowing. But sometimes, all you need is just a little bit of something to keep you going. I hope we aren't getting into a sex rut. Where we just repeat a routine. With his schedule it is hard to have days like that. He had two days of vacation this past weekend, a Friday and a Monday. Boy, I just could not sleep very soundly with him up all night. Sunday, after being woken up and even kicking him out of the room, I had it and had two beers in 1 hour. Yeah, I was drunk. But hey, I got to sleep. So whatevs. I couldn't smoke out, still waiting for a job.
Back to the sex rut...
So this past weekend, we could finally have sex, and lots of it. And well, we did. It was enjoyable each time. The only problem was that the majority of the time, we had to be quiet. Poop. The one time we got to have sex in an empty house, he only got to spank me twice (First world problems?!) before he came. Grrr. Need some spice in my life. It's gots to wait until I get this class over with.
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