make love

“Do you have any requests?” I asked.  We were in bed.  I was telling my spouse how much I love him and kissing him.

“I want to make love,” my spouse said.

“You wanna make love?” I asked.  He was sleepy.  He never uses that language.

“Yeah!  I want to build love,” he said.

“Build love?” I asked.  I thought of architects and construction sites.

“Yeah!” he said.

Who actually does the work?  I wondered.

“Like a day laborer?” I asked.

“No,” he said.  “Like building a pyramid.”

“Like… an Egyptian slave?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said.

“Like a Jewish slave?” I asked, thinking of Passover, Moses, the Red Sea.

“Yeah!” he said.

“Oh, like a beaver!” I said.  “Building a dam.”

I thought of a furry mammal in the forest, and the dams made of sticks, tree limbs, and logs.

“Yeah!  I can slap my…”

“You can slap your tail on the water.  But your tail is your dick, and the water is me,” I asked.  I like being water.

“Yeah!” he said.


“Building love is confusing,” I added.  “But I’m willing to try.”

I was holding his dick.  I squeezed it rhythically.

Lately I’ve been so horny, and loving my spouse so much.  But I’ve been having trouble following through with sex.  I want the sex and feel turned on when I hug him and kiss his hands.  But then in bed, when it’s time to have sex, I don’t feel ready or have the energy.

I’m on my period, which is certaily part of the issue.  There are a lot of ways to make love, that don’t require a non-menstruating cunt.  But potential mess feels like one too many complications.


I blew him, and he beat off.  He grabbed my breasts, which I enjoyed.  He hefted them and felt their weight, which is something I requested.  When he paused his beating off, I rubbed my right nipple on his dick.  It was an erotic tenderness.

Then I showed him my armpit–he has a slight armpit fetish.  The armpit was too much for him, and he came.  We enjoyed his ejaculation.  His semen was on my breasts, and he rubbed it on my nipples, which is something we like.

Then we cuddled.  It was lovely.

“Did we build love?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, and I believe it.

By Nest

Curious, disabled Earth Goddess, telling the truth.

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