Refreshers: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3
I arrived at The Kisser’s house and let myself in as instructed.
He stood up from his place on the couch, walked toward me and immediately began kissing the hell out of me.
Mmmmm! They was as good as I remembered!!
Unlike the first/last time, there was no small talk while we sat and got comfortable with each other – I don’t even know why he led me over to his couch! We only kissed there for a couple of moments before he said, “I’m gonna cum all over the living room before I even taste your pussy! Let’s go to the bedroom.”
So… Why did I change my mind and decide to let Mick have 6 months of my life and my self?
Basically it all boils down to the fact that he treats me the way I’ve always wished to be treated.
And it’s only 6 months, 180 days… If it doesn’t work, I didn’t even waste a year on trying to figure it out. Shit! I’ve wasted that much time on Alaska! Although it is much easier to figure things out with Mick because he communicates.
I had a lovely day with Alaska and his family and friends! Of course, it helped that I had already met half of them…
The atmosphere was comfortable. There was no stress or family drama. Alaska’s brother invited a client and his wife over to watch one of the football games that day (they had a bet going!).
Alaska and I even had time for some play before and after and an evening nap! (That boy sleeps a lot!! But I guess sex does that to a guy 😉 click here and scroll down to #4. Apparently it’s a thing.)
When I first arrived, I brought my veggie tray to the kitchen and said my “hellos” to Alaska’s brother and sister-in-law. I thanked them for having me and asked if there was anything I could do.
While I was helping with a few last-minute things, Alaska went downstairs to his apartment and instructed me to come down when I was done.
I am an obedient girl 😉 so I did as I was told.
When my thoughts were finally able to succumb to peace, I slept for maybe 2 hours.
Which kept Alaska from sleeping well, too.
The previous night, after he had ravaged me to the point I was scared enough to ask if I could go home, he became very gentle with me. The way he made love to me, the way he held me in his arms, the way he spoke to me, the way he woke up each time I stirred and made sure I was okay…
I wasn’t, but at the time I didn’t feel like I could tell him that… I was worried I would get another whipping and my ass wasn’t ready again so soon… Or my mind. My knees and ankles were hurting me to the point I could barely stay still in the bed, let alone kneel before him and submit again.
The Conventional Wisdom
Ladies, you’ve just had a passionate roll in the hay with your significant other (or drunken mistake). Since you’re a girl, all you want to do after sex is cuddle and talk about marriage and missing your period. But when you roll over, he’s already snoring into his pillow!
Anyone who’s ever seen a female stand-up comedian has heard this story. He just wants to shoot his wad and doze off, probably immediately after leaving the toilet seat up! Am I right ladies? It fits in nicely with the stereotype that men don’t care about romance, and that women are emotionally needy. But it’s just a cliche, right?
Actually no. There’s a scientific reason men fall asleep after sex. It’s not their fault.
Don’t look at science like that!!
According to experts, an orgasm literally changes a man’s body chemistry. Combine that with the physical exertion of sex and chances are that most dudes will go down like they were hit with a tranquilizer dart.
Deal with it.
So please, ladies, stop treating it like a personality flaw. And don’t let him have sex with you if he’s also flying a helicopter at the time.