Awakening

The other morning, I woke up feeling the slight tingle of desire in my loins and ran with it before it disappeared again. I woke up Jesus, who says that his sleepy brain said, “What’s going on? Is she waking me up… for sexual purposes? OH MY GOD. RUN WITH IT, MAN! GO! GO!” And we had sex for only the second time in the last month. He collapsed on top of me after he came, exhausted but happy, and I was grateful to have been intimate with him again. I was sore for the rest of the day. Super sore. Who’d have thought that not having sex for a while results in EPIC SORENESS when you finally do have sex again?

I came home that night, still  sore from the sex. But that tingle, that spark was still there. I kissed Jesus and pushed my body against his, letting him know that I wanted to do more than just kiss. He fucked my face and then my tits, and then sucked on my nipples while I humped his leg until I came. Really, really  hard. After which I immediately passed out. During the night, I had three nocturnal orgasms, each of which I distinctly remember and one of which woke Jesus up because I was humping and moaning. And then I officially woke Jesus up with a blow job.

Later that afternoon, after I returned from my doctor’s appointment, I threw myself at Jesus yet again. It’s only been a couple days so I can’t be sure, but I think that my sex drive may be returning, and not a moment too soon.