The BEST cure

I hate working weekends. I don’t have to do it often, but this Sunday was one of those days.

Before I went to work, however, husband and I spent some playtime upstairs. We find daytime sex is so much better than waiting for bedtime. We’re both much more wide awake and ready to play.

The bad thing about it was that we didn’t get upstairs until about an hour before I had to leave for work. Not nearly enough time for all the sucking, fucking and afterglowing I wanted to do. There was a period of time when I was getting frustrated and upset because of the time limits and almost said I wanted to wait until I got home, rather than rush at all.

Fortunately, I didn’t.

Though this isn’t the first time I’ve gone to work straight from being bedded, it has been a while. It reminded me how nice it is to work in that condition. I was relaxed and happy the whole time, in a way I know I would not have been if I had gone to work unfucked.

Perhaps the best part is that my mona is still tingling pleasantly, more than five hours later. The feeling is fading with the passage of time, but still very present. Being out among people with that feeling is like having a wonderful secret. It’s like a physical reminder of how much I am loved.

I wonder if anyone wondered why I had that little grin on my face all night long? Perhaps they were all too busy grinning to notice my little grin. Perhaps.