Quickies

Urban Dictionary defines a "quickie" as a short passionate version of sex.  They say it is common that couples that have been together a long time use it to spice up a rather mundane love life.  To revive some of the spark that was there toward the beginning of a relationship.  Firstly, I have never considered our love life mundane.  And especially not after TTWD and spanking came on the scene.  Secondly, quickies have had their place in our sexual repertoire for many, many years.

We have called this type of 5 Minute Sex a "quickie" since we were 19.  Even before the age of 19, back in high school, we certainly knew just how to give each other a quick orgasm, even without intercourse.  Come to think of it, we still do that sometimes.  Other couples may have their own little names for this short and sweet coupling.  I have also heard it called "jackrabbit sex" - quick, to the point, exciting, and quite intense.  Certainly not much foreplay - just enough to achieve the desired outcome.  After all, we don't have all day!  Have also heard it referenced by the little phrase,  


                "Slam, bam, thank-you, ma'am."

I think quickies are more lust-driven than romantic sex.  Thinking back to our twenties, there were times when we couldn't keep our hands off each other.  Hell, you really don't even need to take off all your clothes for a quickie.  College and Sex 101.  First thing in the

morning, even it you were running late.  Between classes.  Afternoon delight.  Even sneaking away during a party.  At that time, Sam wanted sex more often than I did, so a quickie was sometimes "just because" I loved him.  Don't really think I hit my stride until my early 30's.



OMG!  When babies came along and turned into toddlers, there were days when one or the both of us were so exhausted that quickies were the best way to connect with very limited time and energy.  I remember once when we were both so horny that we put the baby gate up in the doorway of the kids' room and threw little boxes of raisins in to them.  Yes, it was reminiscent of feeding time at the zoo, but we were desperate.

 Once they hit school age, Sam and I started making love more often in the early morning.  Still, there were times when someone would knock on the door.  "Mom? Dad?"  Some of the quickest quickies I remember happened on very limited lunch breaks from work.  We called them "executive lunches" because Sam had to strip off at least part of his business suit.  Kids were in school, and we could make as much noise as we wanted.  "How about an executive lunch today?" one of us would say before we left for work.  The boys  certainly never knew what that meant.  I kind of miss that once in a  while.  I work too far from the house these days for that to happen.  Besides, the boys are grown up and gone.  Still, there was something wonderfully sneaky and clandestine to sex on your lunch hour.  It added to the thrill.

Long, leisurely romantic sex has always been a lovely time for us.  Don't get me wrong.  Our lives have been filled with many happy hours in bed.  Man (and Woman) does not live by quickies alone.

Well, we have the house to ourselves now and our evenings belong to only us.  Sam and I tend to take our time these days.  Besides which we are of an age where it's getting harder to do anything really quickly.

But last weekend we discovered we haven't lost our touch by consummating a quickie to each others' satisfaction and approval.   What's more, Sam added a quickie spanking to our speedy affair!  

                                              Hot damn!


We had to be at a brunch-type occasion by 10:30 am last Sunday.  We also had to bring a dish.  I usually love my slow-paced Sunday mornings with plenty of time for long spankings and sweet loving.  I had some of the dish prepared Saturday night to save time.

I knew we were both in the mood, but did we have enough time?  No fancy lingerie for me - just plain naked and waiting.  When Sam appeared at the bedroom door, he grinned and said, "A quickie, huh?"  With that he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his belt loops with a swoosh.  Oh god.  Then he doubled it and flipped me over.  I felt a tug and an ache down in my privates and knew it was not going to take long at all to send me to my happy place.  Sam lit into me maybe just 10 times before he dropped the belt on the floor, stripped, and joined me on the bed.

  

Foreplay?  What foreplay?  Remember, it's a quickie.  But what great fun it was!  Quickie sex with a quickie spanking, too.  This might not be impressive if we were 30 years old, but at our age, I felt like, "Damn, we're good!"  Got dressed, finished the dish for brunch, and we were the first ones to arrive.  All day long, whenever Sam and I would catch each others' eye, we would grin, and I could tell we were both thinking,


                                     "Damn, we're good!"