Make Up Sex

Man, we could be having make up sex but nah, you want to act like a jerk. The setting is perfect too, conducive for love making and slow grinding. The power is out and there’s a severe thunderstorm. Oh, say word!?! The room is dark and only momentarily lit at each crack of lightning. The thunder and lightning are the sexiest backdrop I have ever heard.

We could be having make up sex but nah, you want to act like a jerk. It’s been such a long while and I’m conflicted as your hardness nudges me as we lay in bed.  Yet still, I take you inside of me and our bodies join and release to the pace of the rain. After all, since I’m still pissed with you, I must be silent because I don’t want you to know I enjoy finally being penetrated; such an exquisite pain.  Any sounds from me I will be sure to muffle as you enter me again, and again.

Are we now having make up sex?  I try to lay here like a dead fish. You don’t deserve the honor of my enjoyment. I wish my body wouldn’t betray me, but my love is pouring forth washing over you in the same way waves swell and eventually crash atop beach sand.

I’m still not ready for makeup sex.  You hurt me deeply and you’re really not my favorite person right now.  But, since you’re so very deep inside of me during this thunder and lightning, I’m going to grind hard on this d and with each flash of the light my strokes will tighten. I’m still going to muffle any sounds of my voice as if I took an oath of silence.  But I’m not betrayed by my voice.  It’s the sounds made by my love, waves lapping against his boat. My body has betrayed my vow and just can’t be quiet.

Since I’m  clearly having makeup sex I might as well take advantage and rub one off because he can’t be the only one to cum, he shouldn’t even have gotten in my pants. I put a whole jumpsuit on. An adult onesie to bed I wore which was supposed to be a deterrent and I gave it up so easily, like a $2.00 whore. Here I lay back fully arched taking it deep, oh I’m such a weak little slore.

While we’re having makeup sex, I reflect on how quickly I got here. It’s the sound of your deep manly voice with a hint of a smile that even when I need to maintain being mad at you, I quickly allowed penetration, with little to no foreplay involved I should mention.  It’s the feel of your touch. Strong man-hands that can be so gentle and warm.  It’s the sense of security I feel when I’m wrapped in your arms.

Alas, after some time has passed of you mashing around inside my love, and the moments leading up to my gush, I decided that this session isn’t enough. The hurt and pain that I feel isn’t going to be fixed with sex, no matter how perfect you feel inside me, and even with a thunderstorm as the backdrop.  I decided this isn’t make up sex, but a much-needed release of tension.  As such, when you cum I will drain you.  When your senses are overloaded and you can no longer bear being touched, I’m not going to release you from my love. I will hold on and keep you in as my plug, only letting you go after I start to cum too.  Then and only then do I finally break my vow of silence.  As I cry out, I think how much I missed this with you.