Bedroom Escapades Chapter 2: Valentine’s Day Aftermath

Bedroom Escapades Chapter 2: Valentine’s Day Aftermath

Valentine’s Day is a performance; the Valentine’s Day aftermath is what comes next. I didn’t wake up with expectations on February 15th; I woke up with consequences. There was warm skin, tangled limbs, and a feeling that last night was only paused to sleep. The room still smelled of our lovemaking, and the sheets were twisted and messy.

This is where the real sexcapades began. The morning after hit me even before my eyes opened. My body was warm and aching. I felt his body still next to mine. I worried about moving; I didn’t want to wake him. Well, maybe I wanted to wake him. I turned and cuddled up behind him, my arms wrapping around his warm body and morning wood, the warmth of his naked skin next to mine. He slowly woke, grabbing my arm softly. There was no rush, no place to be, just there enjoying.

That’s the power of the Valentine’s Day Aftermath—nothing is forced.

We lay there and played there longer than we should have, quiet, lazy, slow, and intentional. The awkwardness had passed, the shyness left, just the agreement that we were not quite done yet. Coffee was promised, and coffee was delayed again!

Our touches were sure and confident. No hesitation or second-guessing. Hands, tongues, and other body parts were allowed wherever they chose to go. Kisses were slower, lovemaking more sensual. Valentine’s Day might be about romance, but the Valentine’s Day Aftermath is about desire that doesn’t need a reason.

There was something so very hot about being wanted again the next day. The expectations were over, but the fire was still burning. By midmorning, we had started to move…outside the bedroom. Making breakfast together was a dance of working together and teasing each other. Clothes had been optional, and we only wore enough to protect us from the cooking dangers. We moved around each other with ease in this sexy dance we did.

This Valentine’s Day aftermath came with slow smiles and knowing looks.

Breakfast turned into lovemaking, showers turned into lovemaking, naps turned into lovemaking. Lunch was delayed over and over until we had to fuel our spent bodies. The cooking dance repeated again, although this time we had to eat and settle for cuddling as our bodies digested not only our food but this new level of intimacy.

The pressure of the perfect date and the perfect dinner, and the “do I invite him in after?” were gone. We were in the Valentine’s Day aftermath, I was too busy exploring this new partner, his new landscapes. I was learning the crooks of his arms and the texture of his skin. He was learning all the special spots that excited me. Time blurred, the freshly made bed didn’t stay that way for long, but we tried. Laughter came easily as we talked and touched. Lying bare not only our bodies but our stories. Our wants and desires were asked and fulfilled.

This is what post-Valentine’s Day intimacy really looks like!

I had never felt this presence before. He was present, I was present in that moment in that space in time where other things find a foothold in our hearts. This was just supposed to be a nice date, maybe some fun afterward, but between dinner and sleeping in his arms, something else had started to burn.
He didn’t leave till Sunday night, only because he didn’t have work clothes for the morning, and I had to work. I’m not sure what comes next, but I really plan to enjoy all the growing closer and sexcapades that come with it.

Oh, and tonight my pussy truly is dripping and ready for work! If you want all the naughty details of the Valentine’s Day Aftermath or the girlfriend experience of the first time with a black man, give me a call!

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