I came to bed to wake him up. Sweetly, I cuddled on his back, my breasts naked against his naked back.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said.
“Ow ow ow ow ow!” he said.
“Leg cramp?” I asked.
He couldn’t really talk yet. His face was contorted with pain. He grabbed at his left calf.
“Let’s get you some water! And a banana–stat!” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. And I grabbed one of his water bottles from the fridge.
I helped him sit up and drink some water. Then he flopped back on the bed. “Does it still hurt?” I asked.
He still couldn’t talk much, and I cuddled him. “Poor sweetheart!” I said. “Where’s the banana?” I groped around his chonies, and we giggled.
“Is this ok?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Oh wait, really here is the banana,” I said. I found it on the bed. “Do you want me to feed it to you? Do you need to sit up?”
He sat up, ate, and flopped back down on the bed.
here now
“How was your night?” I asked.
“Pretty good!” he said.
“Is your leg ok?” I asked.
“Hurts,” he said.
“Did you like when I looked for your banana?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he said. “It’s here now.”
“It’s probably not yellow,” I said.
“Eh, maybe,” he said.
“Oh!” I said, feeling it was now huge and eager. “It’s wet! Is that pre-cum? Pee?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Water?” I asked.
It seemed so vibrant, poking out of his chonies. Very lively and relevant.
“Are you going back to sleep? Or are you going to get up?” I asked.
“I’m going to get up,” he said.
‘Well, part of you already did,” I said.
“Heh heh heh,” he said.
That’s the fake laugh that means “very funny.” Happy to share love with this darling every day.
