Last weekend I told Veronica that I wanted to try to have sex/fuck/make love every day this week, leading up until I go away for work this coming Sunday.  We made it 4 days in a row, then Tuesday night rolled around.

We crawled into bed, turned out the lights, then Veronica said to me “I’m kinda tired, can I interest you in some morning lovin’ instead?”

No problem, I understand. After all, it’s about quality, not quantity

Wednesday morning I wake up around 6:15 and wonder what happened to her promise.  Normally her alarm goes off at 5:45, which wakes us both up.  Did she change her mind? Oversleep? I didn’t hear her alarm, didn’t it go off?  She comes back into the bedroom after her shower and I ask “what happened to your promise?”

Uh-oh, I know that look….

Well, I tried for about 5 minutes to wake you up, cuddling up to you, kissing and touching you, but you would have none of it!

I guess I was kind of tired, huh?

Maybe next time I should just suck your cock then climb on

Yes dear, that sounds like a great idea!