No title for this post, because I’m too lazy to think up of one and also this is more of an informal update anyway. Apologies in advance, I’m just procrastinating on homework right now; I just want to go to bed…
Make-up sex is pretty great. Drunk make-up sex is even better. (Last week I got upset with D again, and we didn’t talk for a day and a half. Finally we had a talk (excruciatingly painful, I felt like I was talking to a wall), thankfully towards the end D finally opened up and talked. In the end, in D’s words, “We just love each other too much.”)
We essentially made up that same night, and we went back to my place to participate in an ‘Irish Wedding*.’
D got quite intoxicated quite quickly, as he finished his 3 beers and most of the bottle of wine in under an hour. He later admitted that he knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he wanted to impress me by winning the game. After he threw up, he felt better. Soon after, we left the party to go upstairs and have sex.
He was still drunk, and I was tipsy, and this was the first time we’ve had good sex in weeks! (I’ve finally stopped bleeding from the IUD, at least for now.) D was quite dominating and he introduced two rules…
"Rule number 1 is: if my cock isn’t in your pussy or your ass, it’s in your mouth."
"Rule number 2: when my cock is in your mouth, you always look at me."
Throughout the night he would make me repeat rule number 1 back to him.
I was particularly surprised when he told me to call him “daddy…or master.” We’d never discussed this before, but it was something I found hot.
"You know what really turns me on? The fact that I fuck you better than S did, or that pothead you used to fuck. That my cock can satisfy you better than theirs!" D said while thrusting powerfully into me. Another shocker - I don’t remember telling him about Number One.
It wasn’t all fun and games, though. D took a break during our sex session to talk. I wish I could remember this better, but I believe he said something along the lines of, “You wanna know a secret? You wanna know what I’m secretly insanely jealous of? I’m insanely jealous of those old couples who have been married for like, 75 years. I mean, they got married at 25 and they’re now 100 years old…75 years together! Can you imagine that? I’m insanely jealous of that. I could never have that, the most I could have is like, 50 years. Because let’s be honest. I’m probably not going to live to 100.
"I could imagine spending the rest of my life with you. And you know what? I just might. I mean, I’m not going to ask you to marry me right now, because now is not the right time. I’ve got to take you to a fancy dinner or something like that first."
Our make-up sex session was what we needed, emotionally and physically. You really can’t underestimate the power of physical intimacy in a relationship. It helped us reconnect on an emotional level, and it was enough to sweep away the bitterness of the previous couple days.
We are making plans to go on a skiing trip in January and I am super excited. We found a ‘romantic getaway’ package deal which includes 2 nights in a two-room suite that has an in-room whirlpool and fireplace, and includes a couples’ massage. I’m pleasantly surprised that D so easily agreed to it; usually he’s stringent about spending money. This trip will cost us $400 per person - a decent bit of money for two broke college students - but we’re both looking forward to it.
*An Irish Wedding is a drinking game where a group of participants compete in pairs to drink all of their alcohol first. For each pair, bottles of beer are duct-taped to each person in one hand (24 oz for girls, 40 oz for guys). Then a bottle of wine is duct-taped to both partners’ other hand. In the end, each person has their own drink that they will drink individually, plus the bottle of wine which is shared between partners. First pair to finish all of their alcohol combined are the winners.
(For those who are curious, D and I were the first to finish but I guess we were disqualified since D threw up soon afterwards.)