Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner: Well Fed and Well Fucked

I know that contentment is never as exciting as drama, but it is a goal, right? I’ll share mine for you and hope that it’s scintillating enough.

My partner and I, somehow, have hardly slowed our desire for each other in more than two years. In the beginning, we could watch nothing longer than a YouTube video but now we can almost finish a movie…if that’s an indicator for you. (I have had to re-watch some TV series that we attempted to watch in order to fill in the gaps I missed while he was fucking me on the living room rug. Sometimes I could hear it, but not see it because he had me bent over on my knees. Sometimes I could see it but not hear it over our combined grunting and moaning and exclamations.)

I admit that some of this is because we don’t live together, and the daily doesn’t grind as much. We come together in a hedonistic bubble of togetherness, where we sate our needs before we have to return to work and chores. But in that, I have found great elevation…

He insists on feeding me, even when I don’t think I’m hungry…and he’s nearly always right that I need to eat.

Lunch

So, when we are both in town, it’s always sex at least twice, once at night and once in the morning. But yesterday I came over at lunchtime….short on time, so I’m wearing a dress and nothing else, he had already stripped off his Army uniform and was waiting for me on the bed, naked.