Stress has led me to be rather subtle with my approach. A subtle approach is often non-effective. I really must change this attitude I have that I have decided what will happen; it’s sabotaging my ability to get what I want. I should learn to throw caution to the wind and accept the future for what it may.

We crawl into bed and it’s hard to not talk about the stress and what’s stressing us out. I stroke him instead, and tell him of what I’ve been fantasizing about. A good friend dropped off 20gb of good porn lately, and I’ve been cribbing it for ideas. He seems receptive — or this is what I gather when he tangles his hand in my hair and forces me down to his cock.

He fucks my face, I gag and salivate, these are things that he loves. I’m enjoying the pure filthiness of it all, feeling his hips thrusting towards my face. Good and slippery now, he bodily throws me across the bed and penetrates me.

It’s this that I’ve been dreaming of for more than a week now, this that I’ve been thinking that stress would preclude. I should learn; sex is a perfectly acceptable stress relief mechanism. Why am I so timid?

He’s held off for a while, and I can feel it. It’s delicious and delightful. I want it again, and again, and again, but alas, that will have to wait…

… for another time.