Morning sex. It is a complicated issue.

Morning sex.

It is a complicated issue.

At the beginning of a relationship, when you are either having sex with your partner 24-7 or THINKING about having sex with your partner 24-7, morning sex is never even an issue.
You are animals that paw each other all the time, going at it from the first flutter of conciousness. In fact, there are some guys where conciousness is more of an option than a requirement.

Then, time passes. While still attractive to each other, the sex evens off to a more normal pace. This is essential to preservation of the female vagina. It just isn’t built to take that kind of constant assault.

As the relationship progresses, children (Or pets) may enter into the picture. Time seems to become a scacer commodity, sleep becomes important, your body hurts, your head aches and you just feel emotionally decroded from your children introducing you to “Bity” and “Snaky” the garden snakes by putting them on your shoulder.

When your preferred times of sex are different, there can be unspoken disagreements about when and where to copulate. Sleep is an issue. Waking up every morning feeling like you have been thrown from a train and then run over by a tractor is also an issue.

To be desired all the time is a powerful thing. Even though, sleep is prized and usually chose, there is just something dead sexy about feeling a hand slide over your abdomen, having your neck nuzzled and getting, “Mornin’ sexy”, whispered in your ear.

Then comes the moment of decision. It’s totally up to you. Pressure would never happen, you are lucky to have a partner who leaves it completely up to you.

You have a patient partner. You try to be good in return. You try and do things like buy hot, red underware and wear it under a coat to his office, find exciting and random places to go at it and love it when he buys you toys. You could be good in this instance, right?

Even though you had a good long play date last night, you were very in the mood yesterday and it carried over into the morning. So, you decide. You flip over on your back, give a slow, sexy stretch and a sleepy, soft smile.

It’s ON.

You are hot, perfect, and driving him crazy. It is a damn good thing you brushed up on Shakira’s “Hips don’t lie” video at 3 am when you had nothing better to do. You even LOOK good, which is a feat after 3 hours of sleep.

There you are, blissful, yelping and moaning loudly like sea otters, when you hear a muffled laugh outside your open window followed by,

“Ola? Senora?”

I guess Shakira forgot to remind you that this was the morning that contractors are coming to pour your curbing.