This is a reprise of a note I sent to a pen-pal early today. Thought I would share it … and no, it really has nothing to do with my MIL … we just had to be quiet (not sure how successful we were). Here goes:
So … the other night. It was really an incredible experience … and I am not sure why. No one part of it stands out as being epic or anything like that. In many ways it was a lot like countless other times we have fucked or made love. But somehow the connection the other night was … charged in a way it hadn’t been in a while.
Anyway, lemme set the scene. My MIL was staying with us — she had been watching the kids while we were in NY last week and stayed a day or two after we had returned. So she had our bedroom. My wife and I stayed in our attic/play room, where we have a queensized bed tucked away in a very cool gabled nook. It’s really just a mattress that fits in the nook, not a bedframe with a boxspring. So it’s a little lower. And the ceiling is about three feet above the bed. So there’s not a lot of room, but it’s a cool sleeping spot.