Two Hours

Two hours of pure sex.

I'm not talking foreplay.

I'm not talking the after-cuddling.

I'm not even talking about the orgasms beforehand.

I'm talking about two hours of pounding-the-headboard, gripping-the-pillow, making-the-legs-go-numb, forget-it-grab-the-lube, bend-me-over, pull-my-hair, kissing-every-inch, I'm-cumming-again, can't-walk, bruised-in-the-morning, lets-try-this, vibrating-limbs, pure sex.

There are many reasons having a more-than-once bed buddy can be good. One of them is nights like that, the nights that wear you out so much that you're still too worn out to have a morning quickie when the alarm goes off (damn it).

Yes, it is possible to have nights like that with one-night stands. But they are much less likely. They are also much less awkward with more-than-one-nighters, since lines like "uhmmm... my leg is numb... you're going to have to help me roll off you" much more funny.

And they make a girl realize why she puts up with the scheit of everyday dating life.