I have a look, and a feeling that I get after good sex.
STONED.
I look stoned. I feel stoned. Now, keep in mind I have only REALLY felt this way a few times in my life...in my wilder days. HOWEVER...sex stoned is a frequent feeling since meeting Steven.
We did what we should have done two days ago tonight. We got a hotel room, a bag of junk food, a pack of cigarettes, and went to it.
We both knew what we needed. Nothing fancy, no acrobatics, nothing kinky. Just really good, intimate sex, cuddling, rubbing, kissing, holding, and some good hard fucking. Sometimes the sound of skin hitting skin is all that is needed to mend a relationship.
Sometimes eating Triscuits and Easy Cheese in bed, post sex, is all that is needed.
Having Steven use lube, his hand, and a vibrator to bring me to a super intense, out of the norm orgasm is all I needed.
Sometimes making eye contact while his hard cock is moving in and out of my mouth is all we needed.
Several hours and countless orgasms later, I am home. Every inch of my body feels good. My toes feel good. My ears feel good. My eyebrows feel good. My arms feel good. Obviously my pussy feels good.
WE felt good. Together.
We learned a little lesson here folks. Next time there is a conflict, we will put it aside. Have sex. And then revisit it.
I bet you ANYTHING that we could fuck away most issues. If only the rest of my life was so simple...
I am off to dream land...sex stoned, and VERY happy.
Missy loves you Steven.
