I don’t know if anyone actually reads this, but if so, I apologize for my absence over the past couple weeks.  Unfortunately work and family obligations get in the way of everything fun when the holidays come around.

Anyway, let’s move onto more important things, shall we?

The sexual side of our relationship has taken a turn (and certainly for the better).  I have become less shy about my body; August isn’t in the best shape, but he’s not at all shy about his and this puts me at ease.  I’ve taken to walking around our home in the nude (I love the admiring glances I get when I strut into view) and there are many nights when we fall asleep cuddled together, both naked and unashamed.

What I am most proud of recently is that I’ve gotten over my fear of telling August what I want.  If I like what he’s doing, I’ll moan something along the lines of “Oh, that feels so good”.  If I want him to do something else, I’ll shift my body or move his hand.  Ever eager to please, he adapts to my need and delights in my reaction when he gets it just right.

We’ve also gotten a bit bolder.  Just last week we were visiting his family for the holidays and stayed in the guest room (which was once his childhood bedroom); I awoke one morning feeling horny, so I sidled up to him and started kissing his neck.  This turned into passionate making out, which led to one hot handjob.  After he’d come all over himself, I slipped undetected into the bathroom, grabbed something with which to clean him up, then slipped back into our room.  He cleaned up, and I crawled back under the covers.  He cuddled up to me, then began kissing me again.  He slid his hand under my shirt to feel my nipples harden, then slid into my pajama pants to feel my wetness.  He began rubbing my clit, and — Oh God!  Of the two of us I am certainly the loud one when I come, but I managed to bite back my cries.  “I wanna scream,” I whispered in August’s ear just before I came.  I buried my face in his neck as he brought me to orgasm.

Two hours later we were having brunch with his siblings.  As he reached for the butter, slick and yellow in its packaging, I smiled thinking of where his nimbled fingers had been that morning.  No one suspected anything.