Monday, April 29, 2013

Misery

I am so ready to be over it.

I have some stress problems. An extended period of in-laws in our tiny apartment with us have exacerbated them to an almost unbearable level. I have a cold sore cluster on my lip so enormous that I look like a plague victim and am afraid to go out in public.

Now they're finally, finally gone. Finally. But the cold sores will stay a while, hurting and making me miserable for even longer, a legacy from their visit.

Within minutes of them walking out the door, I fired up my netbook and told my husband I was going to start a new blog - on misery.

Instead, he dragged me into the bedroom and had his way with me - thoroughly. It had been over a week since we'd had sex of ANY kind, and even then it was a blow job, so my vaginal walls had tightened to the point that his erect cock felt almost unbearably enormous.

"Too big," I complained, squirming as if to get away as he penetrated me from behind, spooning me.

"I don't care how fucking big it feels to you," he growled, clutching me tighter, his leg over mine forcing me tighter against him, forcing another millimeter of his cock deeper into me, making me scream with the nearly unbearable pleasure of being stretched anew for him.

I lay panting in his arms afterwards as he stroked me gently. I'd forgotten how amazing sex could be, forgotten the magic his fingers cause when they touch my bare skin. My mind was blown. I wanted to stay there with him for the rest of the day. We dozed.

"I think we needed this," he murmured as we shook ourselves awake to tend to the needs of our child who'd been left to his own devices for maybe a smidgen too long.

I laughed.

If only the fact of my need wasn't written so clearly in ugly, painful blisters that cover my upper lip from my nose down. . .

Here's to happiness!

13 comments:

  1. Hopefully everything will be totally back to normal quickly!

    Hugs,
    mouse

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    1. It is SO nice to just have our home to ourselves. :)

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  2. A week! A whole week! I'd have been ready to jump off a bridge! Lol but I know that it sometimes is just like that... Glad you were able to reset and get back to normal

    P

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    1. Girl, I was ready to jump off something for SURE. I can't remember the last time we were so long between sexytimes.

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  3. a whole week! eeeeek! i'm getting desperate after a couple of days!

    boooo on the coldsores, i get them too :( Don't know if you have zorvirax over there, or if it's called something else, but I find it works really well - you can apply it when you start feeling the 'tingle' and it can even prevent a full blown coldsore if you're lucky xx

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    1. I know! Oddly, the apathy didn't set in, even though I felt I'd forgotten what sex was FOR... I still wanted it. Probably because I knew it wasn't because he'd forgotten me, but because his folks were eating up ALL OUR TIME.

      I use something called abreva, but it's a crapshoot as to if it works or not. If it does, I'd hate to see what I looked like if it didn't. I will see if I can order what you're talking about - thanks!

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  4. You deserve that time with hubby and so much more after enduring a week!!!!!

    There is also a prescription (Valtrex, maybe, not sure) that works really well. Good luck with that. They certainly aren't fun.

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    1. I had a prescription once that didn't do much for me... usually they don't get this bad.

      After enduring two weeks with his parents I think I deserve a week ALONE with Husband. :)

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  5. The good thing about a week off is the reunion part. The bad thing is that it is a week off.

    Welcome back to the land of the living!

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    1. I like to be alive!

      Welcome back your own self!

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  6. O, nice! Life will be better soon...

    sofia

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    1. It's already better, thankfully. It's a good life I've got myself here... just sometimes it's interrupted. I think that's better than the other way - a miserable life with occasional interruptions of happiness. :)

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  7. It's sloooooowly creeping away. Yay! :)

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