Sunshin3

I remember enjoying lying on my mom’s lap while she dug my ears when I was much younger and ten years later, I found myself doing the same thing for Old boy.

And he slept on my lap, blissful and smiling, and wanting more even though I had finished digging both of his ears, which I obliged.

Anything to make the loved one happy and relaxed.

Remembering that tender moment while he snored away eased the frustration I had with him last night.

I know it wasn’t his fault because he was really tired and I had given him a recipe for a good night’s sleep.

Ear digging, watching the sports channels, massages, and a blow.

Of course, I wasn’t counting on myself getting hot and bothered throughout the process and I felt really down that I had become reliant on him to fulfill my physical needs given my independent nature on many other things. My body had become conditioned to his touch and only his touch would make things right.

In short, I had become addicted to him.

And it sucks because once he’s asleep, he’s really asleep and I have to try and sleep through and wake up either feeling extremely frisky or feeling really upset.

People say that make up sex is nicer as it is more passionate but I realize that I hate makeup sex because it seems like an obligation.

I guess, it’s just me.