I got … not much sleep Saturday night. I went to bed with Monsieur, him rolled over on his side; me holding him from behind. I figured once the boys were asleep I could maybe coax him into a little fun.
I held on to him, sort of laying my head on his shoulder from behind. He sighed and I held him then caressed his back.
“I know you’re tired,” I said. “I don’t want to keep you up.”
“You can keep me up for a little while,” he whispered.
I smiled and slid under the covers, pulling his underwear down and stroking him. His thick tool was not quite hard, but I figured with a couple of licks I would have him ready for planting. I was intoxicated by the smell of it, but after a while I noticed it wasn’t going anywhere.
“Is it OK, sweetie?” I asked, moving up to his face.
“You’re fine,” he assured me. I caressed his chest but he held my hands and moved my hips up so that I could straddle his waist. I could feel a pulse in his cock. I leaned forward, raised up, held his cock in my hand…
…and it was even less hard. “Are you sure you’re ok?” I whispered.
“Maybe it’s just that … no. I’m sorry; I can not do it. I thought I could. I’m sorry.” He pulled me off of him, hugged me and then got up and put his underwear on.
He went to the bathroom, and I tried not to cry too loudly. I got up and went to the spare bedroom, and slept fitfully, and alone.
Tagged by the Venting Housewife!
It is an honor to be tagged by her. Because, well, she’s hot.
- Delve into your blog archive. Eww. I have a hard enough time just cleaning out my car, but…. Done.
- Search the archives for the 23rd post.
- Find the 5th sentence, or closest to. I skipped the captions: “I’ve perfected my kissing technique and can knock anyone’s socks off, and I’m adaptable, giving each partner what they crave.”
- Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas. It means that, back then, I could melt the boy I was with down to a little puddle of salty grease.
- Tag 5 people to do the same. Do I know 5 people with 23 posts in their blogs?
hmm....
5 comments:
Sorry, dear heart, but I've recently been tagged by the delicious Rupert. It was a dull sentence. Will get no more interesting if I repeat the tag. But thank you!
Aww sweetie, sorry to hear what happend with Monsieur. Maybe he was just tired, I am sure he felt just as bad for not being "in the mood" with you. Don't beat yourself up, *HUGS*.
Glad you were able to do the tag! Mine was boring, but I am sure you can knock anyone out with just a kiss.
Okay, okay, I'll play! ;o)
My heart goes out to you as you struggle through Monsieur's mourning. It's gotta be tough on the both of you. You are a good woman to be so understanding, sweets.
AG: Duh. I missed it.
VH and AW: thanks, I kinda said something to him last night after posting. Maybe I'll blog what I said, too. You're both right; this isn't all about me. I wish I had stayed in bed with him, getting up and sleeping in my old room was a bitchy thing to do.
I've tried to comment a couple times, but I keep getting an error...
I'm so sorry that I haven't responded sooner. I did look for my sentence and it was terribly boring and I could figure out a way to make it fit with the structure of my blog. In fact, I'm writing about tags today and how I'm not very good at them.
Thanks for the shout out! Sorry I didn't participate!
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