Housewife for Three Months
TZZ TZZ TZZ goes the goddamn alarm at 7:00am this morning.
BF gets up at 7:13 to shower.
I slowly wake up, finger-comb my hair into something remotely normal-looking, and wait for BF to come out of the bathroom smelling sweet and soapy. He comes out but goes directly to the dresser to put underwear on and then disappears into the closet.
I silently groan. That means no sex this morning. Mornings are the most likely time BF will initiate sex, but half the time he doesn’t because he’s running late for work, or tired, or wants to work on this latest computer code thing, or wants to look up something on the internet, or some reason more persuasive than a naked chick in bed. How terribly rude.
Waiting a few moments, I climb out of bed and close the closet door behind me and BF to keep the dog out. He raises an eyebrow as I go down on my knees. Immediately he sighs in happiness. One hand strokes my hair. Quickly he comes and smiles back at my own grin.
