Homecoming

Steve came home from his business trip today :) He took the red-eye and slid into bed next to me at about 7 this morning. He's sleeping as I write this. So I changed the settings on this blog so that I could write about---sex. I'm not sure what Google considers adult content, but I figured this way I wouldn't have to worry.

Tom spent the night at his dad's, so when Steve slid into bed this morning, there were no constraints. I'd already awakened and taken off my rather utilitarian nightshirt (I am not a sexy negligee kind of person, and even if I wore one, I couldn't sleep in it---plain cotton Land's End nightshirt is more my style). I was in that sort of half-dozing state, where you hear things but don't open your eyes, when Steve came into the room. I could hear him disrobing behind me, and then he slid into bed and all was right with the world. I felt his naked body move in behind mine and we spooned. I positioned myself closer to him and he said what he always does---"I hope you don't mind if I..." and hugged me close. I said some version of what I always say, "You know I don't mind; I love this."

We slept for a while in each other's arms (well, actually, I was in his arms since that's the way we were facing). I know there are a lot of people in their thirties and younger who think that sexual passion is for the young, but let me tell you, there is nothing better than resuming the sexual part of your life after a long drought. I've told you Steve was the love of my life, but I haven't talked about why. Well, there are a lot of reasons, but sexual attraction is certainly one of them. I see his naked body and I am Pavlov's dog: things start tingling. He is a wonderful lover. There is nothing as good as knowing that this person who excites you more than anyone ever has feels the same way about you. And the closeness, the spooning, just makes me feel like this is home, this is where I'm meant to be. All my doubts and feelings of guilt evaporate when I am in his arms.

What happened next is what always happens. We scootched up as close as possible to one another, my sizable ass pushed into his midsection, and I could feel something start to grow behind me. I turned to face him and---well, just because this is now an adult blog doesn't mean I'm going to share everything. But, as usual, it was wonderful. I love the ferocious look he gets and the way he can't hold back any longer, and I like that I know that when he's finished, he will say, "Sorry, I couldn't help it." And I love afterwards, lying in his arms again and feeling so close. I think that even in our sex-crazed society, we underestimate how important sex is in a relationship. Sharing all those endorphins, knowing that, for those brief minutes, no one can hide or fake anything, makes you incredibly close. It also makes all the doubts you were feeling and the trivial annoyances of living together go away, even though, of course, they'll come back.

Steve fell sound asleep with me in his arms afterwards, and after luxuriating in the feeling for a while, I sidled out of his arms without waking him, stared at his beautiful face and felt my heart swell, and then quietly showered and changed. I tiptoed down the stairs, leaving him to catch up on his sleep for a while, and decided to write about this while it was fresh in my mind, and while all was still right with the world.