You can't keep a good slut down

(Skip this if for ANY reason descriptions of very graphic sex with one of my partners wouldn’t be welcome).

So.. things are looking up.  They pretty much had to.

woman kneeling

Woman kneeling on a stool by Araks Johannes

Yesterday I got my period, which was a HUGE bummer because Traveler and I had hoped for some frisky fun.  We’d had a date the night before and spent most of it car shopping to replace the aging stick shift car I can’t drive and that is killing me when it has repairs.  We’d had dinner with Quinky Girl and chilled a bit at their house so she could see him too after he was gone all week, and she’d been thoughtful and cooked for everyone.  We got back home pretty late and fell into bed.  I felt sad and broken and sore.  It’d been a long crutching day and a lot of running around and even if it had been a good day, it had still left me sore and beaten. I broke down and cried in his arms.  It was just that when we’d finally crawled into bed and he’d held me, my guard dropped. It’s just so exhausting and difficult.  It’s a lot more life altering than I thought.  So there weren’t sexy times Thursday, but there were equally lovely things with our short time.  He talked to me.  He told about life and stuff with him and he talked to me about all the ways he needs me.

Traveler told me how much he needs me!!  I just filled with love, overflowed.  We held each other then like holding each other was the only thing stopping our death.  Snuggling and cuddling are not adequate to describe the intimate thing we did, the eye contact, the kisses and comfort and touch.  And after all the loving words and caresses I’d needed so badly, we fell asleep tangled together and slept like the dead.

So, as perfect as Thursday night had truly been, after a week away from Traveler and a week of healing I was really looking forward to some more carnal connections with my love the next night, Friday.  We got an extra bit of time after he went to a soccer game and Quinky Girl was out, and we’d eagerly looked forward to some naked time and another night together.  But.. it wasn’t to be like we’d planned.  He doesn’t like having sex on the first day of my period like I do, but he’ll sometimes acquiesce to some shower sex.  I LOVE sex on my period.  I am more tender and it just feels so fucking good.  And it’s very healing.

But with my stupid foot locked up shower sex is kinda out of the question.  My shower go-to seems to be starting in one of many ways and ending with me bent at the waist on tip-toe and him gripping my hips from behind.  Not going to happen.  Another thing I’ve been employing, to sell that sex while I am on my period is fucking hot, is being on top and utterly having my way, becoming overwhelmed with passion and having him feel how hot and wet and excited I am, what he does to me and how I need him, and talking a stream of dirty talk about what I feel.  My much-more-willing victim then is rewarded with a hot wet towel cleanup treatment as a reward.  This is greatly decreasing resistance.  Sadly this too isn’t feasible with a broken foot and crutches.  So we improvised.

Woman kneeling by Philipe Flohic.

Woman kneeling by Philipe Flohic.

I told him the sad news of the arrival of Aunt Flow, and he was suitably disappointed.  He sadly said he guessed we’d wait till midweek.  I told him I understood and I had an idea.  I was going to tell him something lusty we’d do in our upcoming mid-week rendezvous, a teaser for us for waiting, and called him to me to kiss and tease him a little while I outlined the idea.  But his consolation kisses were so good… I felt our heat and told him if we weren’t going to have sex tonight it’d be a great night to suck his cock.  It’s hard for me to make him cum with my mouth when I so badly want to fuck him, so I love to take these opportunities.  It was hot to want him so much and to know I couldn’t have him, and to channel that into loving his cock, working him with my mouth and my hands, teasing him, building him up, and savoring everything about it.  I swear I could almost come with him.

I love the taste of him, and the way his body responds.  I love making him feel like that.  I love making him come, hitting my throat and filling my mouth, swallowing every drop and licking him clean, teasing him afterward, and playing with his sensitivity.  It’s a strange thing about chemistry that some people are just so delicious.  I let him cool briefly, petting him and kissing him and then asked him to hold me while I came too.  I was so hungry.  I pulled out my vibrator and he held me and kissed me and stared intensely into my eyes, studying me and connecting with me, and he told me how much he loved fucking me while I played.  I came hard to his words, him telling me how he loved fucking me, and me panting “fuck.. oh god.. fuck.. yes.. yes.. yes…” to everything he said.

Wonderful.

I would almost say I wish there were more times we could’t fuck, but I wouldn’t take it that far.  😉

And then today I got a knee scooter and can actually move around a lot better, and my good old friends are loaning me their car.  I cried for my blessings instead, thinking of Traveler and Cleveland, Quinky Girl, Chicago and Chicago-Boy, and my favorite enemy (my friend from the Army).  I cried for my luck to have such love.  I cried to feel like myself again, even just a little bit.  It’s still challenging and I’m still needing a lot of help from my friends and loves.  But it’s a little bit easier.  And I am so very grateful.

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