I hum in agreement and close my eyes. Kelly kisses and nips softly at my neck until I am finished draining the sink. She runs her hands up and down my...sides."How do you feel about just sleeping tonight?"Kelly asks hesitantly. I turn around in her arms after grabbing a dry dish towel and raise an eyebrow."You know you're the one who told me we didn't have to have sex."I end with a smile. Kelly blushes slightly and shrugs."I know...I'm just asking I guess...I didn't want to upset you."I sigh and. I knew that Hillary was into more exotic sex, from what she told me ages back; guess I didn’t see the hint.One night I found Hillary masturbating on the bed and I felt upset, not that she masturbated but that she may have been doing it as I wasn’t satisfying her. The day after I spoke to my gay friend in work Julian and told him that I and Hillary were having a rough patch, I didn’t tell him the full details of catching her masturbate but just we were having problems. His advice was to go home. No way he was going to hang them up like she usually insisted; she did hate wrinkles. But he had to have her, now.“Most unbecoming a Ventrue of the Invictus.”“Sorry.” But not sorry. He climbed up onto the bed after her, and knelt in front of her, eyes looking her up and down. Fifteen days of no sex might as well have been an eternity. “Sit against some pillows for me?”Smiling all the more, she grabbed some of the many, large pillows, and set them atop each other, against the headboard. Once. I woke up the next morning to the aroma of coffee and eggs filling the small RV. I threw some clothes on and opened the bedroom door about an inch. "What the hell was her name again", I asked myself. Becky, it came back to me. "Becky, are you decent?" Of course silly", she replied cheerfully, "I hope that you don't mind that I made us breakfast." Not at all", I answered as I came out of my room. I sat down at the table and she poured me a cup of coffee, then set a plate of scrambled eggs and a.