Those Days Aren't Over

Been busy with work and school (Valentine's week at a candy shop is fun!). Life's good!

Ninja is trying to turn into Bruce Lee, and showers me with new diet ideas and workout plans. We did a half-hour of yoga a few days ago, which was pretty cool. He encourages me to do pullups on the pullup bar, but I've lost muscle and I get nervous because I've never been very good at them. So he's trying to cut out bad foods which will force me to make him different meals... he even wants to cut out cheese, which I think is nonsense, if not purely based on the fact that he is from Texas. Texans need cheese!

Anyway. He also read me a list which instructed him to check his balls for lumps (like a breast exam) and also said to aim for sex 700 times a year, or 1.9 times a day, or about 2-3 times a day when period-time is counted. He went white in the face, but naturally I thought it'd be a fun challenge. Naturally.

Though my desires for sex 5 times a day have dwindled, he proclaimed that his studly days of wanting to have sex all day every day are gone. All the other girls before me sucked it out of him, I sighed, but he defended it well enough saying I had my share of it. I suppose since I'll get him the rest of my life I can settle with that.

Despite this conversation, some time a week ago or so I went to bed before him, as is typical. However, in my sleep, I felt a throbbing between my legs. Mmmm very nice. Foggy-brained, I felt some movement. Wetness. Weight on my body. And I gained full consciousness when I felt that divine sensation of his cock sliding into me! We carried on as lovers do, and in the surprise and intimacy the moment had I have to say it was quite erotic. Feeling his chest in the dark, sensitive to the ears of the roommate...

Imagine my surprise when a few hours later, I felt a sense of deja vu as I was roused again. The little sneak was at it again, having played the same trick! Oh my god. It was great.

He said later he'd come to bed to find me playing with myself actively in my sleep. Oops, bad me! So he decided to help me out, the generous man he is. And again, later, he was struck with the animalistic urges randomly.

I laugh to myself about it, and squirm in my chair. It was fun. He is fun. Love my Ninja!