Well we did it last night. The Husband and I had sex. Shockingly. Why you ask? Well, the simple answer to that is, because we’re married. And as all you married folk know, married people, especially those that have kids, just don’t knock boots very often. It’s not because the desire isn’t there, it is. But, that desire is often hiding in some deep dark closet and disguised as something else. It’s hardly recognizable.
For me it’s the getting started. He touches me and inwardly, I say no. But soon, I let go of the day’s stresses, the list of things that need to get done gets tossed aside. I stop thinking about the pile of laundry or what is on my list of things to do the next day. And the “no” turns into, “oh, this isn’t so bad.” The thought of I’d rather be sleeping and sugar plums turns into I guess I better do my wifely duty. Then the thought of wifely duty turns into I want to be a nasty bad girl tonight.
We do our thing, we connect and it’s good it’s better than good. I forget how much I enjoy the physicality of the act. How nice it is to feel uninhibited. How natural it is to be with someone else. How nice it is to be pleasured and to reciprocate. With the dampness of a light sweat on our bodies, we promise each other to “do it” more often. We feel connected and we feel like we’re on the same side again.
This morning when he left, the I love you sounded a little more sincere, there was a lightness in our steps and the little slap on my tush seemed like aplayful and a reminder of the fun we both had last night.
So people, feel the love and make it happen. Go have fun with your partners. They will appreciate it, you’ll appreciate it and really, go ahead and set aside your lists, your worries and forgo that sleep because really, it only takes 20-30 minutes.