Our Friday Nights

I went to bed with my Big Dude last night and it was good.

We started slow, a little uncertain because it had been two months. But my Big Dude finally said something right.

He said, "We’ve got our Friday nights back!" Our Friday nights. He seemed happy – even eager.

And we had a great time. There was joking, there was giggling, there was deep, soft kissing. Unusually for us, I climbed on top. And I had four intense orgasms – the first so hard and long, it was like a volcano erupting.

Then I brought him to a climax with my mouth and hands. Is it wierd that I thought his penis, which had just been inside me, tasted more delicious than usual?

Hmmm, nice.