Bedroom Closet

It’s a quiet night for us; espe­cially in the con­text of this blog. A___ has gone to bed in antic­i­pa­tion of an excep­tion­ally long day tomor­row, and I’m sit­ting up read­ing and play­ing video games while a printer fin­ishes what it’s doing for me. As we’ve men­tioned before, we’re in an inter­course free period (end­ing Sat­ur­day), but tonight will most likely be an any-course free evening. One of those nights for sleeping.

Though in say­ing that I’ve prob­a­bly made it not true. That seems to hap­pen. Like I say “stay tuned for part two” and I never get around to writ­ing part two (I’ve started though). I say it’ll be one of those nights for sleep­ing, but I’ll climb into bed and A___ will be warm and asleep under the cov­ers and I’ll have every inten­tion of kiss­ing her good­night in a man­ner that won’t wake her.

What will prob­a­bly hap­pen is that my cock will rub against her ass while I’m lean­ing over her, my lips will linger and my hands will wan­der. Soon I’ll have a breast in my hand and will have had her head turned to kiss me more fully. My hand will wan­der down between her legs. Soon I’ll have decided that I want her to suck me again or that I want her pussy and I will have made the nec­es­sary adjustments.

It will end up like most nights for us.

This isn’t me com­plain­ing at all. in fact, I’ve decided to rush this post and get mov­ing. I’m just say­ing that even in the spaces in between times when we’re all over each other, we still end up being all over each other.

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