The View From My Knees

I haven’t been terribly horny lately, thanks to stress, depression, and a lot of tension in my relationships. I was certain, after all of our fighting last night, that Vincent and I wouldn’t have sex. In addition to being on my period, I just find all of our bickering and fighting a huge turnoff. I barely wanted to be in the same room as him, let alone become intimate with him. We both tossed and turned a lot, and eventually he got up and had a beer in the living room. I tried to use the moment of quiet (Vincent has a terrible snoring problem) to get to sleep, but the uncomfortable bed and lack of pillow in the guest room in which Vincent is staying were plotting together to keep me awake. When Vincent returned he put his arms around me and I snuggled up close. We began kissing and my hands wandered down between his legs. I stroked him gently and rubbed my clit through my underwear using the head of his cock.

“Before we get to far into this,” I whispered “I should tell you that I’m on my period and I’ve been having some cramping lately that’s been making sex painful. We can fool around, but I don’t think we should have sex.”

“Okay,” he agreed.

“But I do want to feel your cock against my pussy. Take off my underwear.”

He pulled my panties down and tossed them off the bed. I rubbed his cock against my bare clit and let out a moan. “Yes, that does feel good.”

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as we ground against each other, until finally I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Do you have something we could put under us if we decided to try having sex?” I asked him.

“Yeah, we could grab a towel.”

“Do you want to do that? I mean, it might be painful but if we’re gentle it would feel so good. And if it hurts too much we can just go back to this.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe we should just stick to this.”

So we continued as we were. Our hands did most of the work, but our bodies gyrated together in perfect harmony. I wanted him inside of me so badly. “Are you sure you don’t want to give it a shot? I want you so bad.”

“I don’t want to start and have to stop.”

“I know, but it might be okay. And if it’s not I can suck your cock and that will feel really good, too.”

Those must have been the magic words, because he finally agreed. I scampered into the bathroom, disposed of my tampon, and grabbed a towel. By the time I crawled back into bed he’d lost his erection so we spent some time rubbing and gyrating again until we were both on the verge of an explosion. I climbed on top of him and guided his cock inside of me. I let out a soft moan as it slid in, trying not to be loud enough to wake our hosts – friends Vincent was staying with – upstairs.

I was amazed at how good it felt. Not because Vincent and I didn’t normally have good sex. It was because for the past several weeks nothing had felt good. Orgasms had been lackluster and disappointing. Even masturbation had lost its appeal. But this…this was wonderful. It was just what I needed. When I finally allowed myself to come it was just as I remembered – just as I needed – it to be.

I certainly hope this is the beginning of the end of my weeks of depression, low libido, and despair.