Sex with the SO averages about once a week. I’d love for it to be more, but that’s a whole other thing. If I go longer than a week without, I start to get nutty- I’m tense, cranky, 1000x more horny, and distracted. Usually a solo session does the trick if all I need is a release. Well, I’ve done that a couple times in the past week, and it didn’t help.
I needed more than just an orgasm- I needed him. The last few days everything about him made me horny to the point of physical discomfort. Every kiss, every time we made eye contact, his touch…I shut my eyes and grimaced as I dripped. Such a miserable, almost shameful pleasure. My mind races full of daydreams I wished were happening instead of him looking at me like he couldn’t see the addiction in my eyes.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed into bed with him, wanting to grab him there and then. But my conscience held me back. I hate waking him up. Being next to him- naked…I dripped. I rolled over. I held him. I dripped. I couldn’t wake him. But I needed to. My inner thighs were tensing. I could orgasm with a thought at this point. I’m trembling and dripping and…I can’t wake him.