There’s no denying it, this post is a rant so I will keep it short.
Being single has never bothered me and I honestly don’t mind the total independence and autonomy. I can’t sustain this lifestyle forever though. The elevator in my building broke two nights ago so I had to take the stairs. Halfway through, I felt the discomfort in my knees. Am I there already? Nah, I have a couple of decades to go before I lose all my teeth and slurp mashed potatoes through a straw while checking out the young nurses’ tushies.
Being single means I get to wake up alone on Saturday mornings. This morning is unusually crappy for me. What happened last night? It must have been one of those nights where I was the last one to leave the party or the club. Do you notice singles always stay until the end of every party? I’m the one at the party always yelling;
“Where the heck are you going? It’s only 2 am!”
Being single means I get to live in a downtown area surrounded by clubs and restaurants. I love the fact that my bachelor pad is right in the middle of the downtown action. I get to stumble through the streets drunk as a pregnant fish and fall face down on my couch where I will lay like a gypsy until morning. There’s no one to complain, no one asking me to get into bed or take off my shoes before I sleep.
It’s Saturday morning and I’m still in bed. Should I sleep again and wake up in a couple of hours? Why am I up at 6am on a Saturday anyway? I miss waking up to cuddle someone.
I wish there was someone here to screw me.
I miss morning sex even though I hate the unsavory smells which come with it. I hate being deep kissed by someone who has not made the customary morning trip to the bathroom! Yuk! If there is sex involved, I shut and take it.
I love eating it out in the morning but most of the time, I have to hold my breath. Why am I always so damn horny every Saturday morning anyway? It must be the stillness, the hangover from the night before, the joker who wakes up before I do and salutes the morning. Who the heck knows?
I wish I can walk out to the balcony right now and take in the morning breeze. I can’t because I just took off everything when I climbed into bed after crashing on the couch last night. Why can’t I just go out and greet the morning like nature intended us to be?
I miss being woken up with a snuggle, a hug or a tickle. I miss someone playfully pulling the sheets to wake me up. I want a skinny woman to wake me up so I can kneel between her legs and eat her out until she shakes and deflates. I want to slide in while she shakes that way, we can both go crazy at the same time. Both of us will be exhausted after an hour of phucking and sleep for another three hours. Then we get up, freshen up and walk down the street for strawberry pancakes and cranberry juice.
I can’t sleep again and I’m getting annoyed. I will rather be awake and sliding on a Saturday morning than be up alone. Single life can be depressing sometimes!!
If you’re not having sex on Saturdays mornings, you’re definitely missing out. One of the awesome things about sex is being able to take your time to do it. If you don’t have to get up and go somewhere, sex can be anything you want it to be. Endless changes of positions, intense foreplay which lasts for hours, teasing each other to near explosion, slow thrusts which build up to a frantic frenzy rhythm over time and multiple “ouches.”
It’s now 7 am on a Saturday. What the heck am I going to do all day?
I’m still frisky and wide awake!