Walking home today, I had a fleeting thought: "You should put something sexy on for him," it said.
I kept walking, took the dog out, and started making dinner. As the water boiled and I was busying myself with two or three other things, the thought echoed in my head, and it made me pause. You know? Given the atrocity and horrific reality that was Day 17, this little dancing idea was a good one! Yes, not only were we going to have sex, but I was going to put on an outfit and be all sexy around the house in the meantime. There's nothing better than the anticipation, and that is exactly what I was going to give myself: the pleasure of anticipation and the satisfaction of watching his face when he walked through the front door.
And boy did it work. We waited a few hours before having sex, but in the meantime I went around the house in my outfit and enjoyed the oogly eyes and stares both when I was and when (he thought) I wasn't looking. And it so worked. By the time we had sex I was so turned on it made up for all the awfulness that befell me earlier in the week. It was funny too, because, by my reactions and attitude during sex, he thought he was doing all the amazing work. Don't get me wrong, he definitely had a part in the pleasure, but I was so elated with myself and how much more enjoyable sex ended up being, that I was even more involved during the actual act of sex than even I had anticipated.
If you find you and yours have met with a rut, don't just change things up, but do whatever it is you need to do to build up the excitement brought about by anticipation. Both of you will be glad you did!
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