I've had a couple of dry days. It always happens somewhere after my period, and before the erotic overdrive of ovulation. I know it, and yet I get worried each time. It worries the lover as well - he gets confused when I'd rather talk about work, or problems with phone companies, or the weather (but truth be told - he too loves talking about the weather).
Yesterday I even told the lover I needed to sleep, as we were in the beginning of our by now habitual nightly conversation. He assured me that he understood, but I don't think he really did.
No such thing tonight though. A hot, taboo conversation, a little over two hours long, and we both came at the end.
A relief, in more than one way.
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