A long night

I am on my PC pretending to write something important because I'm waiting for my husband to fall asleep. I know that he's in the mood and I'm just not. I'm so sleepy but I can't go to bed until he's completely out or I'll have to pretend that my belly hurts or something. I'm supposed to be all about inspiration and motivation--well where the heck is my motivation now. Well I guess I should pray that he's asleep by time I go in. Time for some positive thoughts. When it emerges itself from beyond the darkness of the covers and I catch a glimpse of it by the flicker of light from the television. There it sit statuese and strong longing to be held and caressed. Wanting to explore the part of me that only he was created to explore. I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame. My body suddenly giddy with excitement. I long to be near it. I imagine the gratification from penetration. The warm sensation and jubilation when my body spill forth...
Oh Hell I'm going in. That's enough motivation for me. Hope he's ready for this.

A little Love is good for the soul