It is the day after (commonly known as Boxing Day in the UK) the presents have all been opened and the turkey consumed. I definitely ate way too much food but for the next few days I have decided to not care about it. I have not even put my Gearfit on today and I have no intention of doing so. My step count, that I try to keep in the 70 – 80,000 mark each week has a lot to be desired and whilst that would usually make me feel anxious I have decided to gift myself this week off from being disciplined. Next week I will start over and maybe a few days off will be good for my muscles anyway. I am damn close to managing 5 miles on my run now so a break might be just want I need to get me there.
I digress though because this post is not about the past or the future. It is so easy at this time of year to cast ones mind back of the last year, assessing how it all went and/or look forward into the future, make plans, set goals, all that jazz but even though that is very tempting I have decided that today I want to be right in the here and now.
This morning he woke me up by drawing my hand down under the covers and guiding it onto his already hard cock. With my eyes still firmly shut and sleep tugging at me I slowly run my hand up and down his dick. Every time I paused he would rock his hips trying to push himself back and forth in my grip. I twisted around and hooked one leg up over his hip and guided him into my body. I knew it was what he wanted, what he needed. He pushed into me with one swift thrust and held my cunt open for him, inviting him to use me to make himself come. Which he did and then we curled back up together under the covers and fell back asleep.
We woke at midday with the sound of the front door banging as my offspring returned to the house but neither of us felt like moving and so we lay in the warmth of our bed together looking at our phones and occasionally exchanging words but once every one seemed to have retired to their bedrooms I asked for what I wanted
“Will you touch me please?”
And he did, using his fingers on me, pushing them deep inside me and curling them around, first one, then two, thick probing fingers filling me up while I rubbed my clit just the way I like it and closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation of being touched, of being full and open and exposed, my legs wide, his breath on my shoulder, the smell of sex, musky and rich beneath the duvet and I came so hard I had to bite down on the duvet to stop me from crying out.
We finally got up at 1.30pm and he made Turkey and Bacon sandwiches and the best cup of coffee I ever tasted and now it is 4.00pm and he is in his pajamas pants and the shirt I bought him for Christmas and I am wearing my onesie and it is getting dark outside and I am writing this and it is perfect. A new year is just around the corner and whilst there are parts of it that make me anxious and worried (Eroticon mostly) there are also lots of it that I am very much looking forward to but for now, for today, I am happy in this moment, in this life, waiting to see what and who comes next.
Merry Christmas all you readers and a happy filthy New Year to the lot of you, especially you over there with the hard on!