If your partner’s performance is the stuff of the Energizer Bunny factory quality control, you will have a pretty good idea of what will become of your thighs.
And so it was when he dropped me off my house after a 10-hour stay from some motel. My thighs were shaking and my knees were in such jelly-like state that I could hardly walk from his car to my gate, especially since I was burdened with my handbag and a monstrous shoulder bag containing the heaviest laptop in the world. Good thing I wasn’t wearing stilettos; I would have tripped and landed on my groggy ass.
After I stumbled to make it to the door of my room, disposed of my bags and gave myself a half-hearted shower, I dropped like a dead fly on my bed without a stitch of clothing on and was asleep within seconds. That was around 9:30 am; when I woke up and looked at the time on my mobile phone, it was already 6:00 pm.
I lay in a trance for sometime after I opened my crusty peepers. I moved several parts of my body carefully and assessed the damage. My thighs were motherfucking sore, my legs were in no better shape and when I looked down at my naked body I saw several faint, pinkish marks near my waist and breasts. My nipples were definitely swollen. Curiously, the area between my legs was okay; I expected it to be the most beat-up part of my anatomy considering how the Energizer Bunny went crazy in there for hours on end. But then I remembered how soaking wet I was and how my pussy just glided with almost no friction at all, up and down his perfectly-sized penis. So yeah, no surprise there. Chuckle.
You know what mind-blowing sex brings – you feel drained and refreshed at the same time. Drained because your whole body is still crying out for more rest even after a considerable amount of sleep. Refreshed because your disposition is so annoyingly cheery and sunny you’re coming off like Julie Andrews from the Sound of Music.
And now I’m thinking that Sex God’s* place in the top spot of my “the best of the best” list is in serious jeopardy, as far as longevity is concerned. Because damn, Energizer Bunny was awesome. And I want MORE. Sure, I hurt all over, but who’s complaining?
Not me. Chuckle.
