I guess nothing's perfect

Usually I'm really into sex. Especially the off week where all I want is sex. Except tonight the sex just seemed ... monotonous. Mark and I had this discussion before sex about traveling to Europe after he's finished his degree. He wants to go for 2 months in the summer. Admittedly, it's not something I ever thought I'd be able to do. And I am a bit scared about the whole 'not speaking the language' part of it. But I think it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. It just means that I have to start saving, uh, now. Anyway, so we were all happy about how this is it and it's the one relationship (blah blah blah) and the sex SHOULD HAVE been amazing. But it wasn't. Now sex on Wednesday was amazing. So we know that we're capable of amazing sex (not that that really was ever a discussion) but I just wanted him to come so he could finish and we could stop. I don't know what was wrong. After we eventually stopped, Mark offered to just lie with me for a bit so I took him up on it but within ten minutes I was ready to just go home. I just wanted MY bed with MY sheets and MY pillows that I don't have to share with anyone. August long is going to be interesting because we'll have to fall asleep in the same bed. However, it will be a larger bed. So it should be okay. We were okay that night we stayed at his cousins. And on Wednesday. I guess every couple has an 'off' night. I'm just not used to it.