“I’d love to make love to you today, but I just don’t have it in me,” my husband said last night. We were cozy in bed and talking ourselves to sleep. “There’s just so much that goes into now. It takes hours…”

I chimed in, “Yep, you gotta break out the champagne, and the romance, and the bubble bath, and the hours of massage, and some strawberries with some chocolate.”

“And strawberries are all out of season right now,” he added to the humor.

” ‘ Can I sub in some raisins?’ You ask!” I laughed. “Nope. Strawberries or nothing. My pussy is really really really high up there.”

We snickered then kissed. While the joke is not entirely true, sex for my pleasure does take a lot longer than sex for his.

“Well then how about a blow job?” My husband laid on his back and pushed the covers down to expose his hard dick.

I laughed again. “Oh, like, let me run the bath water and break out the champagne with the strawberries and chocolate and shit…” I went on with our skit. ” ‘Cause you know me pleasuring you with my mouth is gonna take awhile. That’s giraffe dick, babe!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Our room went silent for a few moments. Both of us were on our backs staring at the dark ceiling.

Then I turned over to my side. That’s when he snuggled behind and whispered into my ear, “Can I just fuck your pussy real quick. I need my whore pussy so badly.” He was practically begging.

“Babe, the rule maker over here didn’t say you couldn’t fuck me anymore,” I said pointing my finger at myself. “The rule make over there did,” I said pointing at him. “You made up that rule! We’re just doing what you said. Would you like to make an exception for tonight, my king?” I asked pushing my butt into his crotch under the covers.

“Yes.”

He turned me over and fucked me good. It all happened so fast that I truly wasn’t ready for how huge his dick was. He was a savage beast devouring me in one gulp. It felt good, a little, but pleasing my man felt even better. I know he loves it when I say certain things, so I did…

“I love being your whore, I love getting all of your cum.”

We’re back to this? My mind went back to an article I read earlier in the day about women and sex. Most women are disconnected from their bodies during sex and don’t know what they like. Most women just have sex to please their mate. I banished the thoughts as soon as they came up. I’m not most women. I do know what I like and my husband does care about pleasuring me, immensely. I also know that his sexual needs are different than mine and it doesn’t make him wrong or bad. Perhaps intention and awareness is the real key here. Stop thinking, Stella, and feel!

He pulled my body closer and blasted his cum deep inside of me. A sprite sound fell from his lips as he finished up and pulled out. I jumped to my side of the bed and buried myself under the covers. My body felt tired but content like she does after a good workout.