The day was long, with considerable amounts of driving through impossibly narrow roads through quaint villages and down treacherous slopes to remote beaches. All very lovely and terribly scenic, but with little opportunity for sating my carnal hungers. There was a lovely interlude in a quiet, shaded path through ancient olive trees where I discovered S was wearing no underwear, and I rewarded her by stroking her clit for a bit, but that was the extent of our shenanigans until we returned to the villa for the night.

Even then, our exhaustion was such that we went to bed early and fell asleep easily, without the buzz of mosquitos for a change.

I woke up a little after midnight with an insistent erection and decided to inflict it upon my bedmate. I crept to the bathroom to apply lube in silence, then slid back in bed and spooned S closely, and slid into her from behind.

Note 1: Lest any reader think I am a thoughtless cad, I have been given clear and unequivocal permission from S to fuck her whenever I like, even if it means rousing her from a sound sleep. When I say her appetite exceeds even mine, I am not exaggerating, and she has made it very plain that she would much rather miss out on sleep than miss out on fucking. She seems to particularly enjoy waking up to find my cock already inside her. I am a lucky, lucky man. 🙂

In contrast to the previous night, she moaned appreciatively and pushed back against me quite happily, without the pleadings for more, harder, faster. She was also much more mindful of potentially disturbing our neighbors, and kept her moans to a low pitch. I enjoyed some time going slow, savoring the lazy, indulgent feeling of it. Periodically I would sink deep inside her and hold still, until she rolled her hips impatiently, grinding herself on my cock. After several seconds of that, I resumed thrusting again, to her obvious delight and vocal-but-muted moans. After several such cycles, I pulled out, rose to my knees, swung her thighs open, and settled between her legs for more fucking.

Note 2: It’s rather a shame that the sexual position of a woman on her back with her legs spread, man on top has the singular title of “the missionary position”. There is so much variation in that position, so many effects to be achieved, it’s terribly misleading to group it all under one label as if it’s all the same. Sometimes I am sitting upright, holding her ankles in my hands, using her legs as levers to rock her hips to and fro while I am relatively still. Sometimes I am sitting upright, my thighs propping her hips up so that my cock is bumping her g-spot while one hand is stroking her clit. Sometimes I use my hands to press her thighs open and against her chest so that I can plunge relentlessly deep into her. Sometimes I left her thighs over my shoulders and lean forward with my body weight, folding her in half while I fuck hard, deep and rough. Sometimes I sit back and just tease the opening of her cunt by only barely sliding the head of my cock in and out, until she begs for more. Sometimes I lie fully on top of her, our bodies pressed tightly together, my elbows on the bed just over her shoulders, keeping her from sliding away as I thrust into her, taunting her with the awareness that she couldn’t squirm away from me if she tried. Sometimes my arms are wider, my elbows outside her arms, my forearms under her shoulders and lifting her up to me. Sometimes I’m lifting my hips high and dropping down on her roughly with my body weight. Sometimes the thrusting is slow, gentle, tender. Sometimes I am buried deep with the smallest repeated thrust tapping her g-spot. Sometimes the thrusting is a full long stroke that starts with the head of my cock only barely inside of her, ending with my cock buried balls-deep. Sometimes it is all about the savage, almost violent fucking. Sometimes I am tenderly watching the expressions on her face as I play with different ways of pleasuring her. The Kama Sutra has names for all of these and enumerates the virtues of each at some length, while our culture simply calls it the Missionary Position, the starting point for amateurs and the sexually repressed. Philistines.

And so we fucked in the missionary position, in all its variations and glories, spurring S to wave after wave of orgasms until I finally found my own release. Spent, winded, and grinning, I fell to the bed beside S, pulled her close into my arms and was asleep in no time.

And as if that wasn’t enough, I woke again at 6, again with an erection, and again climbed between her thighs and fucked her roughly, to our mutual delight and satisfaction. Goddamn, I am a lucky man. S fell hard asleep afterwards, getting her best sleep in the last two hours of the morning, as is her wont, while I rose before the sun and enjoyed the quiet time to read and drink coffee, as is my wont. Life does not suck.