Better Than I Would Have Thought

I can't remember when I have ever felt less inspired about the idea of sex than last night. I was tired, I was fed up from clearing out our shed, and I was kind of pissed at my Big Dude for reasons I can't remember right now.

But he showered my neck and shoulders with kisses. Then the kissing was good - tender and passionate and intimate. Then the sex was great- three lovely orgasms for me, the last one simultaneously with him.

Sometimes an evening works out a whole lot better than you think it will.