If you're itching to know the resolution to last Friday's injunction--join the crowd.
The perfect, storybook ending to this story would be this:
M came home on Sunday night to find me sprawled on the bed in my sexiest lingerie. He took one look at me, growled, and then fucked me till we were both sore and exhausted. (Oh, and in this dream, he isn't tired, sore, or smelly from hiking for two days straight.)
But the real story goes like this:
On Thursday I started with a headache in the back of my head.
On Friday it came back, just a little. And then M forbade me from orgasming for at least two days.
On Saturday night it came back with a vengeance (and a special little twist).
On Sunday, I started my period and there was a crazy mudslide on the the ONE road back from the mountain M was hiking. My headache returned in the evening and M didn't get back until 2 a.m.
On Monday, I went to work and left early because my headache was creeping back in. Monday night we had dinner with family.
This morning (Tuesday), I opened my eyes with my alarm, realized that the headache was still f*&#ing with me, and cursed.
Then I rolled over and started kissing M's neck. Fortunately, he's fairly persuade-able, even when tired, so he was amenable to suggestions.
We had lovely, lovely sex, even if it wasn't the thunder-crashing, apocalyptic sex of the fantasy.
I got up and showered. M went back to sleep.
My headache was 100% gone by the end of my shower. And hasn't returned all day.
I don't know whether to tout this as a cure for migraines or conceal it from M. He's either going to want to fuck every time I have a headache or he's never going to do the insanely hot orgasm-injunction again. I'm kind of stuck.
Although thoroughly enjoying myself. Grin.