Kiyoko decided we were having a wonderful enough night that she wanted to get frisky. I've said it before in my little tale and I'll say it again now: I am not, by proxy, a fantastic lover. Especially in the darkness of the bedroom; being able to see helps things. Seriously. She knew I hadn't been in the mood given the day's slightly ridiculous events but as always, the most honest part of my body wasn't about to lie to her.
        "Oh, Akio..." She sighed happily, to my bitter disappointment, as her lusting hand found its way into my dress pants. I'd barely even gotten home from work and already she was trying to rally the troops.
        I, frustrated expression and all, gently guided her wrist out of my wasteband. "Kiyoko, I just got here, don't you think we can wait a little while before, you know?" Awkwardly dancing around the subject of sex was a pretty common thing for us. We either did it or we didn't, there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. When we were in the mood, believe me, we both knew very well.
        She took a deep inhale, pressing her head into my chest. I heard her moan very softly as the smell of black roasted coffee entered her nose. It was practically an aphrodesiac to her, which I suppose was a good thing. I don't really know what to think when it comes to sex. I've only done it with a few people ever and my wife has been occupying that part of me for going on ten years now.
        But I laid a finger on her chin and guided her gaze up to meet mine. "I'm serious, Kiyoko. A little kid hit me in the face with her backpack today and I've got a crazy headache. Maybe later, okay?" She pouted at this, but nodded and turned back to the dishes, shrugging her shirt back up her shoulders. I ran a hand through my hair. I had already dealt with one rambunctious child today, lord knows I didn't need another one to handle.
 
        And later it was. The next day, I struggled to match my students' wits even moreso than usual. My response time was a little slow, as I have no doubt they noticed, but it was only because my night with Kiyoko had extended into something far different than the usual innocent stargazing. No, once we got back in the house that night, our clothes came off like they'd been set on fire.
        Her lips found mine and she struggled to stay on her tip-toes as we backed up toward the bedroom. The last of her undergarments came off and I semi-awkwardly hopped out of mine. She giggled as my socks remained on, but it's incredibly hard to take socks off in a sexy manner, so I didn't even want to bother with them.
        And then... well, they didn't call me the master of romance in my high school years for nothing. Kiyoko watched my penis dance and wave before her like a graceful swan preparing to dive beneath the surface of the lake of love.
        My purple headed warrior entered her dangerous moist cavern, ready to fight the Dragon of Cervix. This would be a crawl for the ages, and I am sure we would not be without loss. I stroked my meat n' veg once or twice to add a bit of heat resistance, and then plunged deep into the dark hole before me.
       
        I had achieved victory. She shuddered and quivered as she climaxed, growling like a hungry beast. Her chest heaved to and fro like the swing of a pro baseball player, with strength and jittery motion. She moaned wordlessly, gripping the back of my head to keep me in place like a cord to a faulty power outlet. In her meekest, tiniest voice she whispered, "Akio, I love you. Tell me how much you love me."
        And I could have said a number of things. I could have spoken the great works of Shakespeare, I could have quoted "give her the dick" Descartes, but no. On that night, i groaned into her entrance, face still buried between her lips, and I whispered, "pbbbbbbbbbbbbbthhhhhbbbbbbthhhh".
        In the afterglow, she and I are left heaving like trees in a fierce wind. My face is still covered with the liquid of her fruits, and as I withdraw from her, my beard tickles her lower regions in the quaintest of manners I climb up on the bed nd collapse next to her as if I am a giant felled by a single stray branch. An intense wave of clam washes over me, and I fall asleep beside my love.