It's so easy to get in a rut. The same pats, the same kisses, the same location, the same sex. Don't get me wrong, I've rarely had bad sex, but it can be so much better than when we're in a rut.
So tonight the kisses were on the floor, the rubbing of her thighs had the cold from the floor and the heat from the fireplace. The flickering light of the fireplace lit up Jackie's' body as I caressed her. When she rolled over the feeling of the floor under me instead of the bed just makes it different some how.
It's the little things that makes the difference, we've all heard that. So for us, today, it was moving into the living room for our nightly Sexuary romp in the hay.