The Hunter Comes Home...

Mr. Cheeks arrived home from his hunting trip late last night. A few days in the woods with a bunch of stinky men and frustration at not bagging a buck and, well, let's just say the testosterone-y was flowin'.

I was fully prepared for this - heck, I was looking forward to it. As much as I don't want a dead deer filling up my freezer, I have to admit that I love seeing my man in his hunting gear. Stinky or not, the man looks damn good in his camo pants.

After a hot shower for him, we retired to the boudoir to do some catching up. *exaggerated wink* Well, the catching up was going quite well and it soon became obvious that variations of the position pictured above was what was really doin' it for Mr. Cheeks last night.

It was doing nice things for me, too and I felt that lovely flushed feeling as my body teetered on the very edge of my orgasm when....

Cramp!

I cried out as my left inner thigh tightened in a painful knot, but it also caused my entire body to tense and clench, which apparently did very nice things for Mr. Cheeks.

He claims he didn't even realize I was in pain and he just felt me clench around him and he thrust hard, came deep inside of me and collapsed on me as I tried desperately to stretch and flex the knot out of my leg. I was pretty bummed that I missed out on my orgasm, but Mr. Cheeks and his magic fingers made everything all right.

He wants to go hunting again this weekend. Join me in praying for his continuing questionable marksmanship and for my freezer space.