X E S

We had sex this morning.

It was wonderful.

The most magnificent part for me was feeling his body melt as I ever-so-slowly pushed my fingers through his hair, feeling the skin slide across his skull, something deeper released. He said it felt like years of stress fell away.

It is not very often I invite him to penetrate me these days. I have been bleeding heavily for ten months, seems to be a soup of post covid-vaccine and peri-menopausal issues. I learned to celebrate monthly blood but this unrelenting tap is a bit annoying. This morning though, I prepared with towels and an intention to keep it really slow.

I often use fantasy whispered to the air around us, or strongly directed through dominant demands. This morning I kept it quiet, present, just him and me, and hummed in long slow tones. I love the vibration of sound.

When astride him, I drew my body upwards, so the entrance to my vagina (the introitus for those who like technical terms) held just the tip of his penis. I moved my body to massage only the rim (which is called the corona, yes just like the beer and the virus, and also includes the frenulum, the often very sensitive place where the rim connects at the underside of the penis). Slowly.

He loved it.

We had embodied intimate pleasure this morning.

We both loved it.

On a side note, last night we watched “Good luck to you Leo Grande” with Emma Thompson and Daryl McCormack. I could list so many great things about this movie … but I won’t. It is brilliant. If you get the chance, watch it.