Early morning sex or late night sex?
Okay, confession time, yes I can do early morning sex if I have to. But, is it my favorite? Absolutely Not!
See, I’m not one of those spring out of bed, sunshine and rainbows types. When I wake up, I’m usually more in “Where’s my coffee?” mode than “Where’s my panties?” mode, ya know? Morning me is basically a confused little gremlin, not exactly the sex kitten you’re hoping for.
Now, nighttime? Oh, baby. That’s when I come alive.
There’s just something about the world getting quiet. About the day being officially over, the doors metaphorically (and literally) shut, the distractions peeled away. Late at night, after I’ve had my sacred alone time, after I’ve unwound a little, after my mind has finally stopped doing gymnastics, at least enough, that’s when the real magic starts brewing.
It is like, my body starts to buzz. I’m softer, slower, more open. I’m not rushing to check a to do list or answer a text. I’m just there, feeling, ready to be touched, taken, and thoroughly enjoyed.
Nighttime sex feels, deeper. Heavier. More devouring. It is dark and delicious and unhurried. It is kisses that taste like secrets and hands that don’t have anywhere else to be. It is lazy, greedy, and so much hotter because the whole day has been leading up to this.
So, sure if you catch me in the morning, freshly stretched and still half dreaming, I might be persuaded. But if you really want me at my absolute most deliciously receptive, most sinful, most melt in your hands self? Wait until the night.
Because this girl?
She belongs to the dark side..