The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex for us. Family stress, close quarters, etc.
We had a nice French meal together and caught up on a week’sworth of family neurosis, having not had a moment to ourselves since ChristmasEve. Most of our conversation waschaste, but as we got in the car, we turned to what lay before us.
“If nothing else, I’m looking forward to fucking youtonight,” I said.
“Me too,” said T.