Lately we have sex every day after lunch. It’s been a month or so like that. Rarely there’s a reason we have to do it later. This reliable date is comforting and good for my mental health and my spouse’s also. There’s nothing to consider, just joyful siesta. We refer to it as post-lunch, post-lunch
I’m not usually not a speculative fiction writer, but my spouse and I were having sex before he went to donate blood. This story spun out of my head about semen donation. I didn’t mean to think it. But I write it down to share with you, dear reader. first scene The first scene is
“How’s your dick doing?” I asked my spouse. We were lying in bed–he was waking up, and he seemed erect. “It’s poking out. I think it needs some care,” he said. “Needs some tenderness and care?” I asked, cuddling him. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe it needs a massage,” I said. “Yeah!” he said. “Maybe it
“Can you take a shower around 11, and then we’ll have our date around 11:30?” I asked. “Sure!” my spouse said. “Yeah, so when I lick your dick, it’s not too salty from sweat. That would be my preference.” I’m usually not a dommy person, so it was fun to make this date request. Summer