I Get A Massage and He Gets a Happy Ending

This is how we make love at the end of a weekend

image by LibrariAnna

Jack and I often have sex both Friday and Saturday night, but by Sunday nights, I’m simply spent. I’m done with penetration and even orgasm, having had both aplenty over the weekend already.

And yet, I’m not done with lovemaking.

In fact, it seems that the more Jack and I make love, the more I want to make love — just not in the same way day after day. Makes sense, right? A woman needs novelty. And yet, a neurodivergent woman like me also craves routines and structure.

So it makes perfect sense that Jack and I have developed what I’d call a cadence to our sex life. Friday and Saturday are party nights, kinky sex expected, with the details left blank to provide the novel appeal.

Then, on Sunday nights, we slow down.

We dim the lights, perhaps switching them to a warm orange glow. We never use the wild colors that accent our weekends — typically red at least one night, pink or purple another, but sometimes even blue or green. Some Sundays we eschew our nightstand lights altogether, opting instead for only the glow of candles, the salt lamp, or the curtains thrown open to let the moonlight shine through.