“You take hints well,” he says as I stroked his rock hard cock.
“mmmm…” I said.
I don’t actually take hints well, not because I don’t want to, I just miss them. I’m not very good at the whole reading and interpreting body language thing. Add in lying in bed in a dark room and I often feel completely lost. Wait, what? Is that a hint? Is he interested? Am I missing something? Maybe he’s just sleepy, he was very tired today and on and on and on. I really hate my brain sometimes.
I like it when he gives me a clear signal. Like, last night when he shifted my hand down to his cock. That kind of hint I can understand. And follow through on.
Cam and I were fooling around last night. I was having problems, though, as my brain just would Not Stop. At one point there were 4 different tracks going through my head: what I needed to do to be a good bedmate, the Monkees’ song “the last train to clarksville,” what I needed to do at work today and the meta thoughts about how my brain wouldn’t stop.
It happens sometimes, usually when I’m stressed. I hate it. Hate Hate Hate it! I just can’t relax and enjoy things. Foreplay is distracting, not exciting. Of course, the longer it goes on, the more worked up I get and the more worked up I get the more thought threads spawn. Eventually, my brain explodes.
It’s not even like this is related to sex with Cam, I’ve tried masturbating recently and my brain goes through the same cycle. Annoying enough that I just give up, it’s not fun, it’s not exciting and it makes me feel bad.
On the good end, I’m a lot less inclined to give up. This is a good thing. A little vibe, a little fucking and the Monkees faded away.
Cam has a release date coming up, which means he’s coding late into the night. Last night he got to bed around 1 or so. I was awake when he showed up and we cuddled for a while. It was nice and relaxing. Then I decided I wanted more than a cuddle.
Middle of the night sex is good. When the phone rang at 6:30 this morning I semi-regretted 2 am sex. But only semi.
We were curled up spooning in bed last night. My ass pressed tightly into his hard cock. It was nice and warm and comforting, but I wasn’t feeling very hot. I loved the contact, and the cuddling. Then he reached out and encircled my wrists with his hands. That caused my cunt to immediately twitch.
Well.
I’ve been fascinated by bondage and sexual submission for as long as I can remember even thinking about sex. I suspect those stories are for blog posts another day.