[MF] My Girlfriend… Honeymoon’s Over (?)

So it’s been an interesting past few weeks. Erin was at their corporate office in Texas for around 4 weeks although we’ve seen each other every other weekend.

The one weekend, we met up in South Carolina to attend a wedding of one of her friends. I met one of her best friends, named Amanda who might become our room mate before the end of the year. It’s still very much up in the air.

Anyway, I read somewhere that to most women hotel room sex is so much wilder and feel more open and free to explore more things. I guess this and the combination of Erin and I missing each other that we pretty much started fondling each other in the elevator on our way to our room.

10 seconds after we shut the door to our room, I was already inside her. No foreplay, not anything else, we weren’t even fully naked, just straight to some awesome sex. Erin was already wet when I entered her. We kissed the whole time and it did not take long for me to finish inside her.

We continued to kiss and I stayed inside her. I guess, I missed her that much that I did not lose my erection. A few minutes go by and I pulled out and laid on the bed beside her. I told her how much I missed her and she told me the same. The we both got up and got cleaned up, fixed ourselves then went download to have lunch with some of her friends.

That night, Erin decided to show me what she was going to wear underneath the clothes she’d be wearing for the wedding. An off white lace corset with matching panties and garter belt. I asked her to model it and she declined saying that it was for tomorrow night.

She got naked and got into bed with me. We made out and this time the foreplay came and it very much enjoyable. Erin was in top form. She kissed me all over, taking her time and by then time she put me in her mouth I was so horny that I could have shot a load in her mouth right then and there.

She finished me with her mouth and she had me come on her face and some in her mouth. Then she laid next to me and said “my turn”. I climbed on top of her and kissed her and moved downwards. I missed her “girls” (what we playfully call her breasts) so I made sure they got a lot of attention. I could swear I spent about 10 minutes of each of them.

I wanted to tease her as much as she teased me. As I was playing with her girls, I moved my right hand between her legs, touching her inner thighs, being very careful not to touch her pussy. I purposely brushed against it a number of times, just enough for her to feel it. It was a good thing she finished me off before I did her otherwise I would not have had the patience to do what I was doing. It was funny to hear her frustratingly say “touch me already”. Even then I teased for another minute before I finally touched her clit. It did not take her long to finish. We made out some and then when we were both ready we made love.

The wedding and the wedding night was pretty uneventful. But it was great seeing Erin wearing that lingerie set. She was truly beautiful and we loved one another that night.

The next morning, we had brunch with her friends and then started on the 8 hour drive back home. Me and her decided to have a no holds barred all out Q & A. Nothing was off limits.

It made me think it might have been a bad idea after I heard her ask her first question. “Do you still love Erica?” I told her I did and I am letting that love die. She asked me how I was doing that and I said, by not nourishing the feeling. And what ever love I may have for her is not the same as it was several months ago.

Then it was my turn to ask the question. “Do you have bi-sexual thoughts?”. She did she didn’t. Then I asked her what brought about the three way with Reena. She kinda showed her annoyance that I asked this question again. “Like I told you before I just wanted to give you a memorable birthday present. If you think about it, if you didn’t ask me to, I would have not sexually touched Reena on my own.

She had a point because I remember her hesitating. I did ask her if she enjoyed it. She said it was not her favorite thing in the world but she is not closed to the idea of doing it again.

We had some other tid-bit questions but maybe I’ll get to that some other time.

We got home, she got naked, I made dinner and we sat on the couch and watched TV. We went to bed at around 11, fondled, cuddle and went to sleep. Typical Sunday night.

Erin took the day off the next day and stayed home (and naked) with me the whole day. I was great having her around. Kissing breaks, fondling breaks, NOONER. Yeah it was great having her back unfortunately she had to go back to Texas the next day.

Fast forward to last week. Except for Skype, Erin and I have not seen each other for about two weeks and I missed her a lot. Fortunately her training in Texas was ending and she was coming home that Friday.

Tuesday night I get a call from my brother asking me if I can come down to Florida to help him prepare our parents house for Hurricane Matthew and possibly evacuate to further inland. I caught a flight the next day, rented a pickup truck and drove down to may parents home.

I helped my brother secure everything in the patio, and lower the hurricane shutters and then my mom decided it might be safer if we went ahead and moved further inland. So I helped my brother packed everybody in the truck and went to a hotel inland. After the hurricane passed, we went back home and started the clean up. My schedule was so busy that I hardly spoke with Erin and she was aware of what was going on.

She texted me and tried to call me when she got home Friday night, but I was unloading the truck so i wasn’t able to pick up the phone. Saturday morning I saw the missed call and since it was still early i decided to text her instead of calling her just in case she was still asleep. I told her that I was sorry I missed her call and that I was flying back that night. She texted back that she’ll pick me up from the airport. I told her it was okay since I had my car at the airport and I’ll just see her at home.

For about three days I had gotten very little sleep and with all the work we did preparing, evacuating and cleaning up after the storm… I WAS EXHAUSTED!!!

I tried to get some sleep on my flight back but the flight was a bit bumpy and not only was I exhausted I was getting motion sick. It was not a very pleasant experience. After we landed I texted Erin that I was home and I can’t wait to see her. She said she missed me and hurry home.

Something I did not realize and this will bite me in the ass bigtime… Erin was PMS’ing. Now depending on the phase of the moon she can be very needy, very emotional but worse she can be very, very bitchy. I remember Erica and I would stay in my apartment for days until Erin is done with her period. So far since we got together, I have never experienced her bitchy phase.

So I was driving home from the airport and I had a massive headache and I just wanted to go home and go to bed. Truth be told I didn’t care if Erin was there or not I just wanted to get a good night’s sleep and be done with the day.

I got home and Erin welcomed me at the door. She threw her arms around me and we kissed. I guess I wasn’t as enthusiastic as she expected me to be so she asked if I was okay. I told her I was very tired and had a real bad headache but I was very happy to see her. Personally I just did not have enough adrenaline to keep me up and try as I can I was just too exhausted.

She asked if I wanted to jump in the shower and I thought that would be great. I did not think she would join me, but she did. I tried my best to fulfill my “boyfriend duties” but I guess I did not kiss and fondle her enough and I started to notice her frustration. She suggested we go to bed and I thought that was a good idea. Apparently we had different ideas of what she meant when she said “let’s got to bed”.

I feel asleep almost instantly the minute my head hit the pillow. I woke up with Erin going down on me. I didn’t stop her because one. It felt good, 2. I feel back asleep.

The next morning. I woke up at about 8 am and Erin had her back to me. I thought she was sleeping soundly so I tried to get up as quietly as I can.

“Where are you going?” I heard her ask.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, honey.”

“Are you coming back to bed?”

“I wasn’t planning on it but if you want me to I will.”

Apparently that was the wrong answer. I went to the bathroom and then came back to the bedroom and I heard her sniffling. I asked what was wrong and I was not ready for it.

“Do you still love me? Because last night you did not show it. I felt so alone. I tried so hard last night but you keep rejecting me. I feel so ashamed for trying to force myself to you and you would not have me.”

I think she said all that and more in one breath.

The first thing that came into my mind was “Wait, what?” I really did not have any idea what she was talking about and then she got up, went to the bathroom and shut the door.

I decided to give her some space and I went to the kitchen and made coffee. Apparently (you’ll see me use this word a lot) that was the wrong move. What I should have done was knock on the door, ask if she was okay, come in, give her a hug and tell her and swear by all the Gods, fairies, unicorns and other unworldly magical items that I will love her to no end.

So far I was thankful that all she was right now was needy and I spoke too soon. She came out of the bathroom tightly wrapped in a robe. “If I disgust you that much, you will never see me naked again!!!”

Again..”Wait, What???”

“Honey, what are you talking about. I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I love you very much.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

“So you only love me because of the way I look? I never expected you to be that shallow, you selfish jerk.”

Again… “Wait, What???”

I knew I was getting no where fast so I decided to just apologize for whatever transgression I committed and make nice with her.

“Honey, I love you and if I offended you last night I am so sorry. I was just very, very tired and was not feeling well. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Can I pour you a cup of coffee?”

Apparently the last question was the wrong question to ask.

“Do you really want to give me something hot to throw at your face?”

I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up. It still has not occurred to me that she might be PMS’ing.

“I will clearly not do or say anything right this morning.” I went to the bedroom, and started to put my jeans and shirt on.

“Where are you going? You’re just going to leave me here and not say your sorry for ignoring and rejecting me last night?”

“I did and you ignored it.” I countered.

“Well, it did not sound sincere.” She replied.

“Oh my God, do you hear yourself? Call me when you’ve calmed down.

I left and went to my buddy Ben’s house and hung out there for a while.

Erin did not call me until almost dinner time and quite frankly I was getting worried. She asked me if I was hungry and if I would like to meet her for dinner. I asked her where and she must’ve felt bad for what happened because she suggested we go to my favorite restaurant.

I got ready to leave and my Ben wished me luck and told me he’ll get the couch ready just in case I need it. I said thanks.

20 Minutes later I get to the restaurant and Erin was sitting on a table with my favorite beer and appetizer waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me. She stood up and gave me a hug and said she was sorry.

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“So what did you do today?” She asked in a very mellow voice.

“I went to Ben’s and hung out.”

“Did you do anything fun?” She asked.

“I took a nap and made sure I wasn’t having a nightmare.”

She forced a smile. “I deserve that”.

“Honey, before I got on my flight I was exhausted. I had very little sleep, was tired from all the hurricane stuff we had to do. On the flight back I was hoping to get a nap in so I will be refreshed when I saw you, but that didn’t happen. It ended up being a bumpy flight. So not only was I tired I was dizzy from motion sickness.

I saw so excited to see you but I just had no energy whatsoever.”

She nodded and she said she understood.

“It’s just that I was so excited to be with you and when you came home you acted like you wanted to be left alone. When you fell asleep I contented myself by playing with you, but you woke up long enough to tell me to stop it and go to sleep.”

“Wait I remember that. I remember letting you continue because it felt good and I remember falling back to sleep.”

You said “stop it. Go to sleep”.

“When did that happen?”

“After I got on top of you.”

“Oh”. I do not remember that.

“Yeah and then you turned to your side and I tried to cuddle with you and you told me to move over.”

“Honey, I’m sorry I was just very tired and not feeling well. If you want I can make it up to you tonight.”

“We can’t… it’s that time of the month.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/575b71/mf_my_girlfriend_honeymoons_over

6 comments

  1. You do write very well. Lots of emotion and depth to your stories which is refreshing on here.
    I wouldn’t say the honeymoon is over. She got hurt by feeing rejected. Hopefully she will understand that there are days when we’re not in the mood for whatever reasons.

  2. Your honeymoon phase is no where near over. Just the way you ended the story tells me that you two are doing great. Also, it was a PMS fight. Chances are she’s over it already.

  3. Just as one swallow does not a summer make so too one fight does not a honeymoon break.

    Besides PMS and PMS fights are a real bitch – she’ll do well to remember the fight and what it was about in 10 days. Mind you she’ll probably have crystal clear recollection of it in 28.

    It’s just the way we are.

  4. “What I should have done was knock on the door, ask if she was okay, come in, give her a hug and tell her and swear by all the Gods, fairies, unicorns and other unworldly magical items that I will love her to no end and then pick her up, carry her to bed and worship her body.”

    That part made me giggle. Great stories you’ve written.

  5. Man, this title made me panic.

    Fortunately, nothing seems too “emergency”. Lord knows, she has so many *valid* reasons to be insecure that I can’t even imagine what she must think when she’s not at her best. Good news is, none of those concerns are actually real (from how you write about her, at least) but that’ll take time.

    Just remember how fucking weird this must still be for her, and don’t hold this against her. You apologized for your part in the misunderstanding, and then so did she. No harm, no foul.

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