So why no sex?
A good friend recently asked me about my sex life with Bear, which left me scratching my head. The real answer to that is - we haven't been having sex. It's not some weird cult, it's not lack of sexual interest in the other person (I know, for my part, that I fantasize about him more now than I did when we were having sex more frequently)... it's just that damn time factor.
There are advantages and disadvantages to not living together anymore. I don't miss having to pick up dirty socks and underwear from the floor, I don't miss having to fight over who gets to use the computer (and for what). I'm glad to be able to come home, drop everything on the floor and crash on the couch with only one other person at home to take care of. I do, of course, miss the passing moments of tenderness and the ability to communicate more directly. I miss sharing things with him - brushing our teeth next to each other before bed and being able to kiss goodnight. But the one thing that has suffered the most is our damn sex life.
We used to fuck every night before bed. It was almost habit, if habit is allowed to be that fucking hot. There was nothing boring or mediocre about it; we ravished each other's bodies like we had 12 hours to live. I'd fall asleep with come running out of me or drying on me somewhere. It was deliriously wonderful.
But now, it's mainly every weekend (if we're lucky). I have school, he's working on law school applications, work tires us both out and without that time at the end of the day to kiss, fuck and fall asleep without one of us having to get up and drive home, something had to give.
So there you have it. Aine is not getting laid. Aine would like to get laid. Aine has no time for silly things like having her brains fucked out. Aine's brain is so full of ethology, mathematics, children's literature and horse science that she's not sure she could shut it off enough to enjoy Bear's lovely cock (and it is, indeed, lovely).
But wow... a nice hard hair-pulling, ass-slapping, name-calling good time sounds like about the best thing ever right now. I promise I'll call you Daddy.
(This picture really brings me back. That's what my ass looked like 2 years ago, in the only apartment we have ever shared together up to this point. He used to avail himself of that nice ass weekly. *sniff sniff* Fuck school. No, I take that back. Fuck me!)
There are advantages and disadvantages to not living together anymore. I don't miss having to pick up dirty socks and underwear from the floor, I don't miss having to fight over who gets to use the computer (and for what). I'm glad to be able to come home, drop everything on the floor and crash on the couch with only one other person at home to take care of. I do, of course, miss the passing moments of tenderness and the ability to communicate more directly. I miss sharing things with him - brushing our teeth next to each other before bed and being able to kiss goodnight. But the one thing that has suffered the most is our damn sex life.
We used to fuck every night before bed. It was almost habit, if habit is allowed to be that fucking hot. There was nothing boring or mediocre about it; we ravished each other's bodies like we had 12 hours to live. I'd fall asleep with come running out of me or drying on me somewhere. It was deliriously wonderful.
But now, it's mainly every weekend (if we're lucky). I have school, he's working on law school applications, work tires us both out and without that time at the end of the day to kiss, fuck and fall asleep without one of us having to get up and drive home, something had to give.
So there you have it. Aine is not getting laid. Aine would like to get laid. Aine has no time for silly things like having her brains fucked out. Aine's brain is so full of ethology, mathematics, children's literature and horse science that she's not sure she could shut it off enough to enjoy Bear's lovely cock (and it is, indeed, lovely).
But wow... a nice hard hair-pulling, ass-slapping, name-calling good time sounds like about the best thing ever right now. I promise I'll call you Daddy.
(This picture really brings me back. That's what my ass looked like 2 years ago, in the only apartment we have ever shared together up to this point. He used to avail himself of that nice ass weekly. *sniff sniff* Fuck school. No, I take that back. Fuck me!)
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Thursday, January 26, 2006.
