There is only one occasion ever when “scheduling sex” is permitted in my world. Just the idea of booking time with your significant other to fuck is such a turn off.
Fuck that. I want raw passion. I want intensity. I want emotion, not logic, driving my decisions when it comes to sex.
I want to be spontaneous.
But if you plan on going gangbusters on her sweet little ass, you need to give her fair warning. A subtle text is all that is needed.
Something very romantic, like “I want to ruin your tight little ass tonight so you better get ready for me cause I am gonna make you cum so many ways you are gonna wonder if God put me on this earth for one reason and one reason alone: to make you shake like a fucking leaf.”
You know. Sweet and romantic.
So scheduling sex is ok here. She needs to get ready for it. You want her to.
Because sometimes, like at least once as week, I want that tight little ass.