I had some hot sex dreams last night. I mean rough bruised forceful sex. I guess my hormones are coming back to normal. I’m hoping to be masturbating and fucking the Mister into a coma in no time flat.
I can now actually think about sex and not think of it as one more thing I NEED to do (as in a to do list) , it seems to be turning into something I WANT to do.
Even though the Mister and I aren’t on the best terms right now, at least I can get in some good self love.
For some reason the Mister is taking his stress out on me and saying things that aren’t conducive to jumping his bones. I know he’s going through some things right now, but I’m only going to play nice for just a little bit.