Makeup Sex

Makeup Sex – An Erotic Story by Venus O’Hara

So close, and yet so far away. 

 

That’s how I feel when I’m lying in bed watching him disrobe as we prepare to sleep. I drool as I see his naked body, wishing I could touch him. But that would be inappropriate right now. We have had a slight misunderstanding and now is not the time for physical intimacy. The dust needs to settle and I should probably give him his space. 

 

Few words are exchanged and when he gets under the quilt, I switch the light off and we say ‘goodnight’. Although we are both naked in bed, it feels as though there is an invisible barrier between us as we lie together in the darkness. 

 

Within moments, he’s snoring. I wish I could switch my mind off and relax despite the tense situation between us. In contrast, I tend to overthink and I have a million things going through my mind. How can we resolve this situation? Is it simply a bump in the road or a sign of something more serious? 

 

Who knows? 

 

What I do know is that this distance has made me aware of a few things.  I ponder these things as I lie next to him in the darkness and although I’m consumed by sadness and frustration, I’m hopeful that we can overcome our differences and reconcile soon.  

 

Despite my emotional anguish, my body is on fire. I seem to go into arousal mode whenever he is near me. I put my hand between my thighs and I literally cannot believe how wet I am. Without any foreplay, my yoni craves his attention. I cup my vulva and take a few deep breaths. Then I imagine his hand there. His left hand to be precise. I love the soft, slow and consistent movements of his fingertips on my clitoris as I gaze into his eyes until my body is consumed with orgasmic spasms. 

 

I miss that. 

 

I’m so horny that It even occurs to me to get up and use my Satisfyer Pro 2 on the sofa. I’m pretty sure an orgasm would help me to divert my thoughts so I can think about more pleasant things as opposed to the frustration I’m experiencing right now. In the end, however, I decide not to engage in masturbation and after a while, I eventually drift off to sleep beside him. 

 

The next morning, the distance between us prevails and I decide to break my silence and share how I’m feeling in a message to him later on that day. Fortunately, my concerns are met with understanding and the next night I can finally indulge my longing for intimacy and reconciliation. 

 

As we reconnect, my emotions are ignited. The invisible barrier between us melts away along with our clothes as we are finally skin-to-skin pressing our nakedness against each other. The meaningfulness of every kiss and caress is multiplied. It’s as if it’s the first time but with much more meaning and urgency. Then when he’s inside me I’m in awe of how well our bodies fit together. To be distant from him feels like a crime as I feel him as close and as deep as physically possible. Any sadness I felt evaporates with my orgasm and is replaced with profound gratitude for this intense feeling of sexual aliveness

 

But of course, makeup sex isn’t just about explosive orgasms. It’s about reconnection and reaffirmation of desire. It’s an intoxicating cocktail of intense emotions that transcends the physical and rests purely in the heart space where I revel in heightened appreciation for the intimacy we share. 

 

I acknowledge the rarity and specialness of what I’m experiencing with him even more. My desire rises to new heights that only enhance our connection to the point where it even makes me glad that there was a misunderstanding between us. 

 

This is because makeup sex serves as a clear reminder of the passion and chemistry that brought us together in the first place.

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