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10:00 am: Cured Rye's hangover with a quickie. Me on top, using "the move" to make him come before he could even think about it. I didn't come, but promised to later. Sent him off to work with coffee and a smile on his face.
4:00 pm: After a full day of porn-blogging, pulled out the Hitachi for a quick blast-off. Made sure to tell Rye. "Good girl."
11:59 pm: Rye reaches over to reciprocate my morning quickie generosity. I am too sleepy and a bit too drunk. Instead, he plays the role of the big spoon and we fall asleep.
2:00 pm: Attended a family party. Most of the attendees had gone home. We stayed behind to help clean up. With the hosts otherwise occupied, Rye cornered me in the living room and put his hand down the front of my pants. He kissed me, slipped a finger inside, then quickly withdrew and stuck that finger in his mouth as he turned toward the kitchen to wash dishes.
11:30 am: Slept in like lazy assholes, after staying out late drinking with friends. Rye shook off his sleep, yanked down my pajama pants and shoved his head between my legs. Made me come once with his mouth, took a one second break, before sliding his fingers back in and starting all over again. I came again, after needing it incredibly rough. I tried to relieve the pressure of his boner against his underwear, but he pulled away. He stood up, while I lay squirming on the bed, pulled on jeans and boots and ran downstairs for two coffees and a pastry. This is the life.
5:00 pm: We came home from running errands. Well, by errands I mean record shopping, popping into a favorite antique store, then one of the best cheese shops in Brooklyn. Sat down to snacks and beers, checked Uncommon Appetites stats and our twitter feed. After realizing that a year-old post on pussy eating had gone a bit viral, read a hilarious and spot-on cunnilingus manifesto by Gavin McInnes for Vice, that the dearly special Cindy Gallop tweeted at us. Rye was so inspired, as I flipped the record, he pulled my pants and underwear off, sat down on the floor and went down on me in the living room. I giggled and squirmed a bit, so he picked me up, legs wrapped around him, slid a finger inside my significantly lubricated pussy and carried me to the bed. He laid me just on the edge, ass hanging off, and proceeded to lick my clit and finger me like my cunt owed him money. I exploded with a third orally stimulated orgasm of the day and immediately after, gave him no choice but to fuck me. He did, obediently, came quickly and collapsed on top of me. We showered together (why do post-sex showers feel SO good?) and settled in to make cocktails and dinner and watch movies.