It has not exactly been a week that has inspired sexually. He (we) has been reeling the in the wake of the election result in America. We have hugged and cuddled and kissed, I think our desire has been for comfort more than anything else.
However that all changed this morning when he woke me up by pushing his fingers inside me. In the gloomy dark of the morning I let my body get lost in his touch and came hard and urgently on his hand. As he settled back into the bed next to me I pushed back the covers, bent my head, and took his cock into my mouth.
This afternoon there has been more
But not enough.
I am looking forward to bedtime, when everyone else will be in their rooms, when the dark fills up the space around us and we can once again indulge in one another. The time for comfort has passed, to be replaced with something more raw and passionate. I want to be held down, consumed, fucked. I want hands in my hair, teeth on my neck, I want to feel him force my thighs apart and push himself, hot and hard into my body. I am hungry and this morning and this afternoon has done nothing to satisfy that hunger…..
In fact quite the opposite.