I just decided to hug M last night after he got home. I was feeling good, no sense in prolonging the tension. Nothing’s resolved, not much has changed, except the general mood in the house. That’ll have to be enough for now.
We woke up at 3:30am, had an amazing fuck that ended with him drilling his cock into my ass. I know, I’m shaking my head at us, too.
Anyway, the chorus of this song pretty much sums it up.
Good call on the hug.
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I learned it by watching you.
3 a.m. is the best. everyone’s half asleep, don’t know what they’re doing, end up just the way you describe…..
We don’t have 3am sex very often. But when we do… Forget it, I can’t come up with a funny dos Equis style joke. Chalk it up to a night of interrupted sleep.
Careful now… 3 a.m. sex can get ya knocked up… ; )
You’re new here, so I’ll be as gracious as I can – I’m not sure infertility is overcome by having sex at a certain time of day or night. But if it were, that’d be just fine.
I suppose there are worse ways to be woken up in the middle of the night!
Very true. I can think of at least a dozen less pleasant ones.
I hope everything is OK, but if you’re getting drilled like that, something must be right.
I don’t know if ok is the right descriptor.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around to know what’s happened. But 3am fuck/ass/sex sounds good to me!! I hope to catch up with your posts sometime next week! SX
Thanks, Sophia. You’re so faithful.