It’s been a few days since we’ve played (primarily, waiting for my bruises to heal – common sense says don’t hit bruises, so despite how badly I wanted to play, we didn’t) and I’m antsy to the point of hyperactivity. We have been having sex every couple days, but I need the intensity, his attention for hours…
I was so sure yesterday we would get to play a bit. I was healed to the point where there’s no discomfort at all and the bruising was mostly faded – and it … just didn’t work. It tried being not subtle. “Let’s go play and have sex!” …fail.
I tried being subtle. I teased him, I poked him, I groped him, I was cheeky. I got him to wrestle. At one point he even had me pinned by my hair beneath his knee and my wrists held by his hands as he tried to bite me. I ended up in a pile on the floor, ass up in the air (I have NO idea how that happened, I was a little giggly and shocked about it because I don’t even remember falling, I must have slid off the couch, but there I was, ass in the air and skirt flipped to my ears) and he did slap my butt once…
I remember thinking, “Here we go!” and being pleased I’d been successful in goading him into playing, getting him into the right mood…
..and then he lay back down on the couch and asked for a drink.
Sigh. I ended up going to sleep BEFORE he did, masturbating at least three times, and fell asleep before he came into the bedroom. We did end up having sex where I wasn’t really awake – if not for the physical evidence in the morning I wouldn’t have been sure I hadn’t dreamt it.
And tonight, as soon as the baby is in bed he’s off to the casino with his father, who wanted to go but didn’t want to go alone – so he’s bribing my husband with some money to gamble with.
He’ll be home long after I’m in bed.
And tomorrow’s Sunday, so even if we play it won’t be too long because he has work in the morning.
Tuesday night his season starts so I won’t see him Tuesdays until the end of the school year.
Cue frustration and longing.
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