Ok, I wrote not that long ago that I felt like a “trophy”. That we’d had some wonderful girly-girl sex, and all was well with the world.
Here’s the thing: Girly-girl sex is hard to do simultaneously, despite what you see in the movies. Inevitably, someone gets over-excited and stops doing what she was doing to the other girl, to concentrate on her own waves of glorious, mind-blowing, everlasting glee.
and then falls asleep, with vague half-muttered promises of “I’ll get you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow never comes. Neither do I.
I might have to start tracking her excuses – because looking at it from that direction, it actually is starting to be pretty funny – or pretty pathetic… I’ll try to keep a humorous eye on things.
I think the night after, she was “too tired”. Fair enough, we’d both done a lot of work that day.
Then, she accidentally took too much of her medication. A simple double-dose, when she had forgotten she’d already taken her daily dose. Not a problem – she was fine, we didn’t have to go to the hospital –*but* — she got out of having nookie, too.
A couple more days of “too tired” and simply “going to bed too late”.. Tonight she was “feeling fragile” and went to bed early.
Good grief, woman! I asked her if she was interested WHEN SHE GOT HOME! It’s not like I’m springing this on her at 2am.
For anyone keeping track, I have a bet going with a male friend of mine. A *gay* male friend of mine, who sympathisizes with my plight. He’s said if I don’t get good and done before July (which would make it a year. A YEAR, people, and I AM in a relationship, too.) he’ll have sex with me.
(shhh, we aren’t telling him about the “doing” I got in Feb. It was ok, but like Eldritch says, I want more. I want the long, loving foreplay, the desire in her eyes, the cuddling, and perhaps – just perhaps – have her not watching _Family Guy_ over my shoulder)
oh well.