Still none

We were home from our holiday. The long Easter weekend still lay ahead of us, and there was no imperative to get out of bed early for another three days. Obviously that didn’t stop me waking early, getting up long before She woke, and enjoying a cup of tea and my favourite sex blogs. Obviously that didn’t result in me feeling any less horny.

Fueled by relentless libido, optimism and stubbornness, I took the same approach as the previous day:

  • Porn
  • Good erection
  • Back to the bedroom
  • Strip
  • Pose
  • Back into bed

I walked into the bedroom about 8:30. Not late, but late enough for a sufficiency of sleep whilst still being early enough for a fuck before domestic and familial duty consumed the day.
Her: Morning
Me: How are you doing?
Her: Groggy.
This time She made no effort to reach for my cock. Not the response I had hoped for.

There was some discussion about not sleeping well, the weather and the Tog rating of duvets.

Her: How did you sleep? I know you got up in the middle of the night? Was it the usual?
(I’ve had varying degrees of insomnia for years.)
Me: Mostly.
The not so mostly bit was the fact that it’s about a week since I last shot my load and my aching balls woke me at some ungodly hour. In the circumstance I saw little benefit than sharing the not so mostly bit.

Nothing more was said. We lay there in silence for a while, then She sat up. That was it. Nothing more. She just sat up in bed. So I got out of bed and went for a shower.

I don’t know what She intended, but mine was entirely intended to be a provocative act.

When I returned from the bathroom, my semi still hung at about 7:30pm.
Her: Sorry.
Me: What for.
Her: That’s two mornings you’ve come back to bed and I’ve been too tired. Wasted opportunity.
Me: Don’t worry. It’s not just about me.
I dressed, and went back downstairs, leaving my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I didn’t intend to be monosyllabic for the rest of the day.
I didn’t intend to be short tempered.
But I didn’t expect to get turned down.

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