When your sex life is in the slumps, it sometimes feels like it’s easier to just let it go rather than try to fix it. After all, maybe you’re getting a little older. Maybe you still have babies in your bed. Maybe you’re out of shape. Maybe it’s just easier to throw in the towel.
Inspired by Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Monday.
Emily knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Adam and Jason had been friends for years and this was nothing more than their annual fishing trip. But this year she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. Maybe it had to do with Jason’s recent divorce. Or maybe it was the way Adam teased her before he left about crushing on his friend. Regardless of the cause, her thoughts and emotions had been all over the place since the men left two days ago.
It was Friday night and I was laying in bed playing on Instagram.
“Girl,” there was a warning in His tone.
“Yes, Daddy?” I didn’t look up, scrolling through more and more pictures of spanking and bondage and thigh highs.
How long we’d been playing was beyond any of us. Had it been 15 minutes? Three hours? None of us knew. All that I did know was that I was beyond aroused. My body was spent, exhausted, but my mind was reeling, ready for whatever came next.
As I mentioned on Sunday, this is the week of Daddy’s birthday, which means there are a little bit of extras when it comes to celebrating and indulgences. Last night was no different. It was movie night, and since I’d never seen it and HH and Lo seemed to find so much enjoyment in it, I opted for Magic Mike.
I started this for Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme, but I didn’t get it done in time. But better late than never, right?
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She’d been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory.
She was leaning against the bar, half watching the game, idly playing on her phone. He’d been watching her all night–hell, all month if he’d be honest with himself. Every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, she rolled in, ordered a 7 and 7, and pretended to watch whatever football game was on the big screen.
Happy Anniversary, Kayla!
Carrie knew she was starting to get drunk, not because the room was spinning, but by the conversation she and Beth were having. Carrie never shared much about her and Mike’s sex life, but tonight, on their third bottle of wine between the two of them, she was talking more than ever.
I’d say I’m sorry for all the girl-girl sex here on the blog lately, but really, I’m not. It seems it’s what’s always on my mind these days.
This is one of my latest WIP, so please excuse the rough edges.