We sat panting, recovering, collecting ourselves and our breath. Gary was the first to speak.
“Sweet Dixie, where in the hell did that come from, and where have you been all my life?”
I chuckled, “I thought you didn't like sex.”
He thought before he answered. “I love you and I love being intimate with you, but the time-consuming act of pleasuring you is often difficult and arduous, and now that I say this out loud I realize what a prick I sound like.”
I chuckled. “I get it, most of the time the mental energy required to get and stay where I need to be in order to have decent s*x is more effort than it's worth.” Look at that, I was starting to realize the blame I had in our lacklustre s*x life. But this issue became a moot point when I was tied uncomfortably and had no choice but to foc
