This story has been in my mind for awhile, but it's hard to figure out where to start. I feel like there should be another chapter before this, but I'm still sorting out all the details in my head so be patient if there's backstory that seems to be missing. If there's any interest, I'd be more likely to continue it. Feedback is definitely welcome.
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We chitchatted about the weather and I made my complaint of not having much of a winter and being dressed for summer.
"I was obliged to raise the temperature of my house from 65 to 70 for my wife, who by the way, turned me down tonight for cheesecake.
Adds to the list of rejections.
"
"Well, cheesecake
is
pretty good," I couldn't resist teasing. "What did you offer her?" I was curious.
"Mere hints, really. A kiss on the neck, a guided hand along her side and onto her backside. That resulted in
'I'm eating cheesecake...stop.
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"Does she ever kiss you for the sake of just kissing you?"
"Usually in appreciation. Or the standard kiss before bed or as she gets home."
"Hey, that's still something." I countered optimistically.
"True, romance isn't a problem. Loving isn't a problem..."
"Right, just sex?"
"Well....yes. The more carnal desires."
"Is she on any birth control? I've heard being on it messes with hormones sometimes."
"Currently, no. She was several months before. Actually, I don't know remember how long ago now. And you're right, it does mess with it a little."
"She could just be adjusting to it." I actually didn't know anything about birth control, but I sensed this conversation was becoming disheartening and I wanted to remain hopeful for him. It was often that I got to hear about my friends' relationship woes, but lacking in sex was never an issue. Naturally it made me more curious about his situation. "When you do get to do the deed, does she get into it? Sorry, is that being too nosy?" I didn't want to seem like I was probing.
"Get into it? That's relative. She gets into it... but not quite like she used to." He paused, and quickly changed the subject to me. "Have you been 'pleased' lately?"
"Haha, what does 'pleased' mean?" I ask.
"Satisfied... aroused beyond control... depleted of sexual energy... gotten off." He sure knew how to paint a rather erotic visual.
"Hmm...I was pleasured this morning."
Chuckling, "That's good to hear."
"But I didn't let him get me off."
"Oh? Why's that?" He knew perfectly why. He told me to deny myself for awhile and to wait for him. It was my birthday today, and while I could hold off on having an orgasm, I wasn't going to deny myself the pleasure of at least a birthday licking. However, I wasn't going to let him know he was the reason I put it off. I wasn't one to let a guy know how much he affected me, especially sexually.
Instead, I told him how I like to just focus on my boyfriend sometimes. My boyfriend hadn't seen me in two weeks because of that conference and came back seeming even more stressed. I thought it would be good to spoil him with blowjobs, including on my birthday.
"What does he do, if you don't mind me asking?"
"He's getting his PhD and it's a really intensive program. Lots of research and experiments. Stuff that goes way over my head."
"And mine."
