BY LILITH DIANA
Sex is really important in my relationship.
It’s definitely not the most important thing, nor does it always need to last hours and be mind-blowing. But regular sex is imperative. It releases stress and tension; it makes us feel closer as a couple, and it just makes everything better. But as much as Ash and I know how important having sex is, sometimes life gets in the way, and there just isn’t much you can do about it.
Two weeks ago, Ash and I went on a trip with some friends. We were staying with people and really had no alone time. Now usually, this is not a problem, because we’ve always been able to sneak away, but that wasn’t the case this time. For some reason we just couldn’t catch more than a minute of alone time. And as quick as a quickie can be, it just wasn’t reasonable.
The second we got home, we basically ripped each others’ clothes off and had great sex. It was much needed and amazing, and I think we both wanted more. But after a nap, Ash woke up incredibly sick. He hadn’t been feeling well for a few days, but it had subsided just until we made it home. To some extent, it’s a good thing. Being sick on vacation is never fun, but it was a bit of a bummer.
Well that was a week ago, and after a weekend of staying in, Ash is finally starting to feel better. But as luck would have it, I am now not doing well. Of course, sex isn’t completely off the table, but when you’re miserable, having hot and cold flashes and can hardly move, sex isn’t really the first thing on your mind — especially when you’re liquored up on NyQuil.
And to add insult to injury, when I am sexually frustrated, I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I’ll admit it. I become a bit of a bitch, and the only thing that makes it better is a big cock somewhere inside me. Unfortunately, when I’m being bitchy, Ash doesn’t usually want to put his cock inside me. He usually wants to be far away from me. It becomes a bit of a Catch 22.
In my bitchy, lonely, sick state, I ended up getting a little drunk one night over the weekend, and by a little drunk I mean, I don’t remember much. But I woke up the next day and read this tweet:
@AshModeus: #whatdidilearn this week? I learned that Lilith throws temper tantrums if she can’t have sex.
Thankfully, Ash puts up with me — and my temper tantrums — really well. Also, I think Ash and I are both on the mend. Hopefully we’ll both be up for one of our regular sex-filled, crazy weekends. I think we both need it.
xoxo Lilith Diana
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