fucking in the sunshine...

I have this internal dialogue joke about the man. He battens down the hatches so to speak when we have sex. He draws the blinds, seals us up tight and then has his way with me.

We have a phenomenal bedroom. As wide as the house, double hung big windows that look out into tall oaks and sunshine. In the afternoon our bed is literally bathed in sunlight.

He found me lying there this afternoon. Just lying in the sun like I was at the beach. Feeling a bit blue and not sure why. Getting my vitamin D. He talked to me softly while he tugged my pants off. He thinks he's slick, the man. Then he talked even softer when his head dipped between my legs and then softer still when he slipped into me. It was when he rolled me and I realized that we were fucking in that pool of golden sunlight, the soaring trees still fully visible to me, that I came the hardest. It wasn't the last, but it was the hardest.

I said something when we were done. About doing it in full view of the crows and any possible passing planes. I was joking. He said, "OH that, I do that for you."

"For me!?"

"Next time I"ll leave them open. Hell, I'll open the one on the side for Beatrice (or neighbor)."

Oh my god. X-D Fifteen years I thought it was him. Fifteen years he did it for me. But hey, fifteen years (come February) and we still go at each other like sex starved grizzly bears. So we're doing something right.

XOXO

Sommer

p.s.picture is the sunniest one I could find. same quality of sunlight. photo taken by the man of yours truly this past August.