Wicked plan (1)

The lack of exercise of the last weeks, when I stayed indoors to recuperate and didn't venture far, if not for rare events, starts having its effects.

I can't keep up with my husband.

I've lost count of how many times we fulfilled our duties already, but we never managed to get to the ropes. I'm too tired to even think about it.

After so much abstinence, our bodies don't let our lewd minds fly too far. Every smile is the most alluring, every caress so tempting.

In the end, we roll in the bed, kiss, and fulfil duties until I can't even move anymore.

«I need to rest,» I moan.

I haven't reached the silken scarfs, and I don't want to do that anymore. I can't even keep my arms lifted now, let alone fight for supremacy.

«Already?» Alexander chuckles against my ear. He hugs me tightly and covers us with the blanket.

I have envisioned a whole night of passion, but it's not going to happen. I have overestimated myself.