Recently I came home from work in a funk, and Partner 1 suggested I spank her until I felt better. Well, it worked; I felt a lot better, and once she had a sore bottom she was more than happy to sit on my face for a while. I may have mentioned this before — I’m not sure — but I am never harder than when someone is sitting on my face, and she took full advantage of that by going for a ride once she could breathe again.

My original plan was to come down her throat or on her face, but I ended up just allowing her to fuck me until I filled her up. It was, as usual, quite wonderful.

Before we fucked, though, she said she was thinking of “making” me wait until later — we usually don’t play until after 8pm, but that day we did it at 4:45. I was still absurdly hard, stroking myself lightly, and I told her I could always go again later. She took me at my word, and we fucked.

Fast-forward about four hours; she was working on some craft projects while I was watching Lower Decks. After the second episode I watched, I turned off the TV because it was almost 9:00 and I had thought we would go back to the bedroom for some more sexytimes. In addition to being my partner, Partner 1 is also a crafter who sells her wares at craft fairs, and she had a big one coming up the next weekend. We talked a bit, and she said she really needed to be productive. That was fine, because even though I thought I could go again, I wasn’t sure it would actually happen. I just wasn’t feeling the urge that I usually felt. It had nothing to do with her; it was purely physical in nature.

That said, had I spanked her some more or had she gone down on me for a while I’m sure I could’ve gotten hard again and fucked her for a while. I probably would have been able to come. (I usually don’t have problems with that once I get started.) But we had to be adults and consider our responsibilities, and she truly had a lot to do. So I watched a third episode of Lower Decks and then we went to bed to cuddle.

Because of the craft fair and how long it is each day (and how tiring), I knew we probably wouldn’t have sex again for a few days, and I knew (because my daughter was coming to visit with her boyfriend) there wouldn’t be much spanking for about a week either. Realistically I certainly could’ve made it happen. Four hours is more than enough time for me to be able to go again. But part of being in a relationship is being respectful of the other person’s responsibilities and the toll they take on the amount of time there is in a day.

Maybe at some point in the future we’ll go twice in one day again. But if we don’t, it’s okay. It doesn’t mean we love each other any less.