Losing Out On A Quicky

After a much needed day out yesterday, Lyn and I worked until early this morning on a couple of projects we have

There's No Time For A Quicky!

going. By the time we’d finished we could barely keep our eyes open. We talked about having sex, but in all honesty sleep was our number one thought. After batting it around for a couple of minutes we decided not to push it because after all we had to be up to see the boys off to school in only a few hours.

Upon waking to the sound of a massive wind storm followed by the alarm we went downstairs and sleepily performed

our parental duties. Once the boys were off we went back to bed with a cup of coffee. Whilst we were talking I found myself thinking of my earlier loss of sex and becoming increasingly excited at the thoughts of making up for it.

Giving Lyn one of my most charming grins, I made my imaginings known only to be told there wasn’t enough time. I assured Lyn I wasn’t looking for a lengthy power session but merely a quicky (something Lyn has expressed she finds quite erotic from time to time).

Instead of the prompt agreement and lusty follow up I longed for I got the response, “You don’t like quickies.” She then reminded me I’d told her this several times. She was right I had, but back then I said it so she’d understand I wasn’t a “Wam, bam, thank you mam” selfish smhmuck. Once she was aware of this, I didn’t know how to tell her quickies were good for me also.

So, I laid in bed hog tied by my own words. Once I’d explained all of this, there really wasn’t enough time even for a quicky. Does that suck or what?

Now I’d like to hear some wisdom from both men and women on this one. Please send me suggestions and comments on what you feel is the best way I could’ve avoided this situation, gotten my quicky, and not got left hard and humbled.