The past week has swung my part of the country fully into autumn. Not long ago we had highs in the upper 80s, but now outside feels as wet and chill as late October. This weather leaves me desiring soup, pot roast with tender juice-soaked potatoes, apple crisp and sex.
The sex has been harder to arrange than the food, unfortunately. One of my partners decided to pursue the road of monogamy some months back. I’ve missed him, the talking and the fucking and the cuddling and everything else that went with it. My other partners also have been hard to schedule time with due to illness, family concerns and far too much work for everyone.
All of this has left me craving touch in a way that I haven’t craved it in many months. I’d forgotten, or nearly forgotten, how terrible the longing for touch can be. I know the absence now is only a fraction of what I felt before — when there was none, there had been none, and there was likely to be none for the foreseeable future.
It’s not nearly that bad now. Thank goodness.
All I need now is a long night alone with a man. A warm dinner, eaten without the assistance of small children. Conversation without interruption from offspring or work. Cuddling on the couch. Brief cuddling, because we’d both feel the need for more nakedness than could be achieved on the couch.
For once the hard fucking, the fisting, the every-orifice-filled-screaming orgasms would have to be put aside for something more sedate, for warm skin pressed together for hours at a time with no disconnection for any reason, so that we could take full advantage of the time we had together.
Considering how strongly I’m longing for it now, after just a brief break, I cannot understand how I survived for full seasons from summer through autumn and on into spring without in the past.
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Skin. Touching. I love this time of the year. I live in Ohio. I open the windows so my room is slightly chilled and just try to get as close as possible to my partner. There’s something calming in those moments.
I know what you are saying about needing a break from the kids. They are wonderful, but to be a better parent you sometimes need a break. We are fortunate to have family in the area which allows us to do things like schedule a weekend camping trip. And leave the kids with grandma!
this sentiment has been particularly strong for me, too, the last couple of days. i’m fascinated at how for so long i didn’t yearn for the touch of another until i felt the absence of one touch in particular.
i hope you get that night you need. it sounds lovely.
“pursue the road of monogamy”
What kind of crazy talk is that?!?!? Are you sure he’s really a dude??? Bring him ’round here and we’ll knock some sense back into him!
There’s nothing at all wrong with monogamy. We fully support monogamy ’round these parts.
:)
I’m not sure why, but I get the same feeling when it becomes winter. Just a small difference: I become horny for guys. Never once for women, at least, not in the cold winter air. Can’t wait to move north to get that feeling again. Arg, curse this Floridian year long summer.
I find that with sex and touch, the more I have, the more I want. When I’ve gone (long) periods without so much as a kiss, I’ve stopped desiring it so much. Meanwhile, just waiting a week between fucks has put me on edge until I’m so anxious I shake.
And I’m with Gabe on Florida Summer. Never seem to get that cuddling feeling, except during a hurricane.
I love when the weather begins to cool. The hot temps leave me unwilling to be touched and the summer means children around constantly. Not exactly the time or the place for intense screams of pleasure.
Once the weather begins to change and school is back in session, I begin to relax. The days he works from home are our own personal vacation days.