I went to bed very late last night. Around 4 a.m. I try hard to maintain "normal" hours, but I slide into my old habits on the weekends. The internet is my usual distraction if I'm not creating. So.........I've discovered tumblrs awhile back. 1 or 2 or 3 maybe. But recently I've found some that just hit all my triggers. And I'm fucking hooked. So last night I went to bed horny as hell, but because I'm nice I didn't wake up my husband. He only had 1 and a half more hours to sleep before his alarm went off.
I don't remember dreaming, and I vaguely remember our morning session (it's nice to have a dedicated partner) but I do remember him checking on me mid-morning. He entered the bedroom, slid his hand under the warm covers and began to rub my ass. According to him (recounting the event later to me) I responded with hums of appreciation and a big grin on my face while not bothering to open my eyes and when he said to me "you didn't even open your eyes to make sure it wasn't a strange man fondling you" I smiled again and gave a "eh" sound with a sleepy shrug and pushed my ass into his hands to urge him to continue rubbing the tush.
"You don't really care, do you?" he chuckled.
"Un uh" was my too-warm-and-happy-to-care reply.
His comment activated a stream of my favorite images from the night before to roll through my head, and for a few brief seconds each one had their turn being the man with his hands under the covers. I fell back to sleep easily and hours later questioned Od about his "strange man comment".
As he told me, a very knowing and pleased smirk crossed his lips.
He knows I'm a dirty girl underneath it all.
And he loves it.
