Our schedules are difficult to time. I work ridiculously early, and she works ridiculously late. I'm generally sleeping when she gets home, and we only cross paths on the weekends...and only half of those.
Both of us being in the mood to play is challenging. Often, a craving for a full blown spanking and fucking session needs to be toned down, into a couple swats on the behind before drifting to sleep.
Adjusting needs and wants to reality...very tricky. Downplay it enough, the urge dies...and with it, most of my sex drive. Keep it ramped up...face the disappointment...and there goes the sex drive again. Both outcomes end up pleasing nobody.
But little things DO happen here and there. A smack on the ass as I walk by. Being told to skip lunch one day. A few strokes on the penis...and that's all. It's sipping from a glass of really sweet juice, and while I may not want just a sip...it still tastes good.
It's hard, but ultimately worth it, methinks.
---Him
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