I never thought I'd say it, but thank God its Monday! Whew!
The relatives and friends have finally all trickled away. I called Denise Wednesday night and basically just told her that I had made plans to be with just her and was disappointed that she had changed the plans without asking me. I also told her that I couldn't go out with her guilt free, should she decide to bring her baby. I'd feel terrible if she got sick just so we could get some cheap deals. That really seemed to close the discussion, and I was glad.
We had a white Thanksgiving. Yes, snow. How odd. Dinner went off without a hitch, everyone ate until near bursting, and there was still tons of food left over, so Friday afternoon was spent making up sandwiches and little individual meals to be dropped off at the food shelter.
Our home is decked out in all things Christmas now, no signs of the harvest celebration just days earlier. On a shopping trip to Lowe's to pick up a few decorations, we ended up in the drapery aisle, browsing through the panels and finding a set that just happened to match the comforter I had just bought. On top of that, they were very thick, which would do a good job blocking out the light from our neighbors pesky spotlight that just happens to shine directly into our bedroom. Some matching valances and one hundred dollars later, they were ours.
Their light blocking was even better than we had hoped, making our bedroom a virtual cave, the only light source being from the now obnoxiously bright alarm clock.
I was excited at the thought of blind love making, not being able to see Rick, but only to anticipate his movements. But the darkness did something to my brain, and quickly zapped any energy I had, leaving me a warm, life size love doll for Rick.
I wanted to move, I wanted to participate, but the bed was so soft and the dark fooled my eyes into thinking they were already closed, inviting sleep to take over.
This may have worked out well for Rick, as I doubt I would have let him concentrate only on my ass had I been awake and in control.
His tongue was warm and wet between my cheeks. He climbed up, straddling me as I lay lazily on my belly, his hand guiding his cock onto the slicked hole. He was deep inside very quickly, grunting and moaning as he fucked my ass, fingers kneading the flesh surrounding his cock.
He was soon finished, kissing my neck and running his fingers up and down the length of my back.
Next thing I knew, it was morning. The room was still very dark, not washed out in morning light as it usually is. We had overslept, and our son was inevitably hungry, both for breakfast and for his parents undying attention.
Not quite sure yet, if the curtains are a blessing or a curse. Great for sleep, not so great for extracurricular activities. But then, perhaps I was just overly exhausted from my long weekend of entertaining guests and early bird shopping....