Multiple O’s = Domestic Goddess

Just when things seem hopeless …. great sex saves the day.

Last night when Remi got home, we both were in polite mode. Yes, please and thank you’s were exchanged as if we were strangers sharing an uncomfortably small cabin on a train. The same feeling of not being able to get off till the next stop, which wouldn’t be till morning made the curt pleasantries necessary, less we unravel into one of our marathon “talks” about what’s wrong with our relationship.

We’ve had that conversation for several nights in a row. There’s never any clear cut answers and fewer obvious fixes. So we both silently agree to ignore the big rainbow colored elephant sitting in the middle of the room: Our disintegrating relationship topped off with the fact that we had barely touched, little lone had sex in at least 5 days.

We settled into our night like mere roommates. We popped in reruns of Queer as Folk, grabbed some munchies and played with the dogs in bed. The night was going along just fine. But not great. Great would have been feeling like we were more then roommates. Great would have been wanting to kiss her and touch her and do things that roommates shouldn’t do. Great would have been feeling close to my girlfriend instead of farther away from her then when she was across the country.

We watched 3 episodes of Queer of Folk till I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. So I said goodnight and rolled over.

It was then that the night went from fine to great.

She wasn’t going to let me sleep. She grabbed me by the shoulder and made me face her. Kissing me like she wasn’t going to take no for an answer I let her do whatever she wanted …. and she wanted a lot.

I know that sex isn’t always the answer but last night it was. It made me feel close to her again and it must have affected my brain chemistry. I’m not kidding! It’s a fact that women produce oxytocin, other wise known as the hormone of love when they breast feed their children or have sex. It’s what helps us bond to someone.

Let’s just say that Remi kicked my oxytocin levels into high gear last night … 5 times to be exact! Hee hee

I woke up this morning so enamored with her yet again, that I made her coffee, breakfast and her lunch! What can I say? Multiple orgasms bring out the domestic goddess in me.

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