“Wow Babe! That was intense. Thank you.”
Julia and I found ourselves wide awake at four in the morning and wordlessly reached the same conclusion. Some women seem to think that they should be limiting the amount of sex they have with their significant other. But… Thankfully my wife isn’t one of those prudes.
As she put it to me once, “It’s probably the reason they need a therapist in the first place. If they’d just learn to let go and let intuition guide them… Well… They’d never walk into my office again but… They would be happier.”
“Would you be happy though,” I asked. Julia laughed and said, “Honestly, I would. It’s hard, as you know, to sit there and listen to someone tell you their life is screwed up for reasons beyond their control, all the while knowing that it is them that is the source of their own misery. To flat out tell them that is unethical professionally speaking. But some days… I guess it wouldn’t make a difference anyway though. So, I shut up and collect a check.”
Anyhow… Julia and I both started our day, as sleep deprived as we were, feeling quite warm and fuzzy inside. “I don’t have any appointments today so maybe… Uh… Can we go back to bed?” Julia asked in her I’m feeling selfish and guilty about it shy tone.
I smiled at her as we drank our coffee in the kitchen and said, “I’ll think about it.” A minute later I noticed that Julia had finished her coffee and was reaching for the pot to pour herself another when I said, “Let me help you with that babe.”
I then suddenly stood up and, sweeping her into my arms, carried her off, empty coffee cup still in her hand, into our bedroom. She let out a shriek of surprise and said, “Brian? What are you doing?”
“Well… I’ve thought about it and decided that going back to bed with you is an excellent idea. Here we are,” I said, setting her down on the mattress.
Julia said with a nervous laugh, “I’m in trouble aren’t I. Please be gentle with me? I promise I’ll be…”
She never did quite get the chance to finish that sentence. But… She got the gist of how things were going to go all the same.
A toe-curling hour later she was holding on to me for dear life shakily saying, “I can’t stop coming. Why can’t I stop coming?”
I chuckled and said, “Do you really want to?” Julia, half laughing and half crying at this point choked out, “No. God no. Just don’t let me go. Ok? I…” She then let out a kind of roar any lioness would have been proud of as another wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
When things finally subsided a bit ten minutes later Julia breathed, “Thank you.” She suddenly dropped off to sleep for an hour. But… “She deserved it.”
We did take a shower after but… Well… You might say, “We ended 2022 with a bang.”