In the morning

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. 

~ J. B. Priestley

Morning sex wasn’t a thing for me in my former life. For one thing there wasn’t time, plus there was always a child or teenager around. But since Master and I got together and particularly since I moved in with him. Now it really is a thing, and just lately it has been most mornings.

Master loves his bed, for sleep and for sex. He seems to need one almost as much as the other. Of course sleep wins in terms of time and volume. But one thing is for sure, if he gets a good night sleep he wakes up pretty randy. I’ve written a few times about the fact he has a higher sex drive than me. But I’ve discovered that the more sex we have the more I want it too. It’s kind of addictive.

For the past months, with the world having gone to hell in a handcart, our sex life was infrequent. Still usually in the morning, but just not often. He didn’t feel like it much more than I did and that meant a pretty lean period. For many reasons coming away to France was the best thing we could have done. Warm (and often hot) weather, relaxing and chilled out days were a great antidote to the problems of home. That’s not to say that things aren’t pretty bad here, they are. But everyone in this small French commune is pretty sensible. We are choosing where to go and staying clear of crowded places as much as we can. Plus we don’t feel compelled to follow the news here.

We’ve had things to do in the house, but have paced ourselves. Having to decamp to rental property was a pain, but it also provided opportunities for sexy photos and joyful sex. Now we are back in our own place we’ve settled into something of a routine. I tend to wake earlier and check stuff on my phone. Once Master wakes with his morning glory it’s usually only a matter of time. He calls me a good fuck, which is great to hear. It’s also something I never expected anyone to be saying to me at the age of 58! One thing is for sure, that kind of affirmation spurs you on even if you didn’t know you were turned on before.

We don’t tend to be afternoon or evening sex people, though you can never rule that out. But in the morning is our time and I am pretty happy with that arrangement, at least while I have no where else to be and not much else to do.

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