all good.

We lay together on the couch, watching Doctor Who. I get up to get a drink, and during that time he hits pause, and opens up V&R’s tumblr (one of our absolute favorites). I lay on top of him and we start the kind of making out that is the fucking best – groping, deep tongue kisses, pressing our bodies together like our lives depend on it. First my shirt comes off, then my pants. After I kiss my way down his body, I loosen his belt, slide his shorts down, and lick his balls while he strokes his cock.

Gah, that’s making me hot, just writing about it.

Things progressed rather thoroughly from there. So thoroughly that we collapsed together onto the bed after he came deep inside my ass.

******

I told my counselor today that I feel very peaceful these days. Apparently the currently effective recipe is a combination of prayer, yoga, Paxil, and counseling. We went over my habits of conflict management, and soon M & I will have a conversation about how I can address the shortfalls I have in that area. I don’t know exactly where this place we’re in is, but I’m glad we’re here. It’s all good.

******

I leave you with this. Because I can.

brief

I’ve just turned on the burners, reheating leftover homemade veggie-sausage soup for dinner. M comes home and I greet him with a kiss, which suddenly gets deep and intense. For once the kids aren’t circling our legs like insistent puppies looking for attention, and so I find my back pushed against the sink as he kisses me deeper. Boobs are groped. His hand slides down the front of my jeans to feel my rapidly ready parts.

I break it off, tell him to turn the stove off, and then we’re in the bedroom. Door locked, my pants & undies hit the floor. For his work he carries a crap-ton of stuff on his belt & in his pockets, which crashes down as he undoes his clothing. As I lay down on my back on the edge of the bed, he’s looking at me the way I like him to look at me.

On my back, over onto my front.

Up onto the bed now, until I spasm around him, keeping quiet. Not sure what the kids think about our noises at their ages.

He stands back up, and I take him into my mouth until he splatters onto my tits. I get cleaned up, and go back into the kitchen to turn the stove back on.

Now we’re cooking.