argh.....

I've had strep throat for the past three days. Today at three I was supposed to be all better...ain't happenin'. I mean, I'm a little better, but not 100%. And I'm supposed to go camping tomorrow. TOMORROW - which means that even if I don't feel like it, I have to pull my stuff together and get ready.

I'd much rather be in bed with my magic wand...

I miss boobies...

I can't wait to sleep with my girlfriend.

Okay, well, NOT "sleep"...*wicked grin*

We've known each other for years...met when I was a sophomore in high school (she was a freshman). NO - we didn't do any exploring or playing at that point. It was much, MUCH later and oh, man...SO. FUN.

For the record, we are both hetero with very explorative (LOL, is that a word?) tendencies. When we have adventures together, a man is always* involved. My current man certainly has no objection to this, and, in fact, is lobbying for it to happen again -- but this story is about our last adventure (before my boyfriend and I became live-in-lovers).

My girlfriend's legs just don't fuckin' stop. To emphasis the point that night she was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. And ya' know that Jet song - Are You Gonna Be My Girl? "Big black boots..." yeah, she had those on too; the lace up, nearly thigh high, platform, kick-your-ass boots. Along with a peter pan collar button-up shirt. Though she was wearing it not-so-buttoned-up if you know what I'm sayin'.

Yeah, she's smokin' hawt...

We flew out that night ready to PAR-TAY. Loosened up with a few drinks at home; cosmos for me, Yukon for her. Sashayed to our requisite tranny showcase and watched the Drag Queens of Saturday night. Dance hall is adjoined; electronic is the genre. Trance. Dance. Boogie all night long...

I was drinking (and this is important later) AMFs; she was subtley sipping since she was the DD. The place has a sort of catwalk above the stage with mirrors to the ceiling behind it. We were dancing up there having a blast. The height of that platform is *perfect* for looking up short skirts. And flirting. Boy, was I flirting. I was certainly feeling no pain. I, apparently, was also feeling a bit touchy-feely! A guy dancing below us had a shaved head and I could not stop caressing it through the bars of the catwalk. He didn't mind; in fact he came up the catwalk and retrieved me. Took me back down to the dance floor where I could fully appreciate the smoothness of his freshly shaved noggin. Now, I'm not a tall girl and I could wrap my arms nearly around his head so I'm vaguely recalling that he wasn't all that tall either *LOL* All I know is he was a cutie and THAT HEAD MADE ME HAWT. There was some full-on kissing and feeling goin' on which got even MORE fun when my girlfriend joined in.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end and - the bar closed. We all headed out to the car - and this guy just follows us! I'm laughing (cuz I do that A LOT when I've been drinking) and she's rolling her eyes and asking him how he's getting home. I jokingly say "Aw, can I take him home?" and to my surprise she looks me straight in the eye and purrs "If you really want to you can." I turn to him and he's got the biggest goddamn grin on his face. We all piled into the car and took off. He and I were totally making out in the back seat while she's driving us home. My bra is off, his hand is up my skirt, I'm unbuttoning his shirt...and he's completely fuzzy all over! I rather enjoy mens' hair - it's soooo fun to pet and touch and nuzzle; especially when they smell good - and this guy smelled VERY good.

Once we arrive, we tumble into the house and instantly we're all naked. We're all on the bed. We're all kisses and feels and moans and smiles. And his cock. OMG - it's a nice one. Even safely wrapped up and lubed it's a nice one AND he knows how to use it. I'm on all fours over my girlfriend kissing her; her lips are so damn soft and I crush them with the lust I have for her while our buddy enters me from behind (OMG favorite!) slowly moving me back and forth over her. I move to her nipples, nipping and licking and sucking; listening to her moans - which make me just hot - so I start bucking harder against this cock inside me and I lose it altogether and end up with my face buried in her lap while he pounds me hard.

Now here's the sad part...when I've been drinking that much - I can't cum. Yes, it's true. It's like the magic button is turned off. Don't get me wrong, I still LOVE LOVE LOVE having sex - it's just I'm always a bit drier (hence the lube) and if you can get me to cum you are my hero for life (ask my current boyfriend how - he can do it :D)

I managed to get my girl off - HER magic button was working - hee! I'm sure it must have been a wonderful sight for our visitor. I slowed down to watch her cum, my man of the hour caught on quickly and slowed down too. When she quit quivering I moved out of the way and told my new friend to give her what he's got. He quickly moved to my former position and entered her before she was fully recovered from her O. I needed a smoke at that point so I wrapped a blanket around me and went out into the moon light. I could hear everything they were doing and it sounded like they were having a perfectly wonderful time. By the time I returned, she was sucking him off and his face was one of pure bliss.

We tumbled around that bed on and off until almost dawn. That man lasted and lasted - we refer to him as the Engergizer Bunny to this day - FINALLY he let himself go, making the most blessed man sounds as he did, then he collapsed on the bed, surrounded by girl parts.

We found out a little about him...probably asked his name but it escapes me now, what his job was (which I DO remember). He asked about us and couldn't believe how old we were (LOL!!) He just kept saying "My friends are NOT going to believe this!" So we let him take pictures with his digital camera. They were tasteful...I'm sure**.

We left my girlfriend snuggled in her bed and I drove him home. Jeezus, he lived far away. I was glad to make it home without getting lost. We haven't been back to that club since (been two years now!) and I sometimes wonder if he ever pops in looking for us.

So - it's been a while. And now she's between boyfriends, and I have a hankering for some of that leg action. I'm going to a party at her house tonight - but my kids will be there. No naughties with the babies around :( But that's okay, perhaps that weekend at the beach cabin will happen sooner than later. :D



*I think this has to do with a certain apprehension...the appreshension being that we would realize we are totally in love and should be together and never need a man and trying to explain that to our parents and our (collectively speaking) 5 kids.

**..uh...there goes any dreams of running for a political office.

Sexual Theory

I remember what happened in my first marriage. After the illusion of caring was completely erased by his selfish actions - I lost the love. Which means he lost the pussy.

In retrospect, it was all very plain. I was miserable. I put up with him. I felt trapped. I was tied to him by children and debt. I made the best of it. I told myself "You've made your bed now lie in it" So I did. And sometimes I would actually lay with him. And I hated it. Did I communicate this with him? No, not the sex part. Every other part got hashed over, reviewed, discussed, mutually agreed upon and ultimately ignored by him. How could I expect that I would open up with him about sex if he couldn't even hold up his end of the bargain we reached about the common courtesy of calling if one was going to later than expected?

He just didn't get it. Literally and figuratively.

It's my theory that a mature woman in love will do absolutely anything in the sack - at least once - a lot more if she genuinely enjoys the sensation. (For instance I will let my man plunder my ass; but I do it for him - not for me*)

If you're not getting any -- she's(he's) just not that in to you...

I was talking with my buddy yesterday saying that a couple's sex life can be a barometer for all other aspects in their relationship. Communication, compassion, caring, respect -- the quality of all these elements adds and/or subtracts from a successful coital relationship. If the sex sucks, then there is at least one of those four elements that's missing from the equation...and the relationship is doomed. Although a couple may hang on long past the due date -- as I did for an additional 11 years after I'd lost any respect for the man -- I'd lay odds on it ain't lasting; at least not without some serious misery.

I have been voraciously sexual since my divorce - trying to make up for lost time and opportunity. I thank the stars every day that I've found someone worth the attention. We have all the communication, compassion, caring, and respect that was so sorely absent from our first marriages. We delight in each other and when I read fellow bloggers that have not taken the leap yet - I cheer them on, willing them to take the same steps and experience the re-awakening that I did.


*yet

Sugar Kisses

Lips like sugar....sugar kisses...

Kissing. I always forget how much I love kissing; it seems there's rarely time to stop and do it right. Oh but when we do - I love the feeling of sinking into his lips. The great thing about kissing is when I close my eyes and all my other senses kick in. The way he smells washes over me; and there's something about his scent that makes me gush. I feel him everywhere, my hands running through his hair, down around to caress and hold his face. When he's smoothly shaved I marvel in the feel of a man's skin - so different from my own. When he's all stubbly and scratchy I marvel in THAT - feeling the abrasion of our selves being so close. Little sounds come from both of us; like we've just had the first bite of the most luscious fruit. Hearing each other's breath quicken or purrs of satisfaction. And the best of the best is the full-body-naked-kissing. Kissing and touching from lips to toes, naked skin on naked skin.

Invariably one of us always murmurs "Oh my god you feel so good!"

Family party with no PDA allowed...

I would start flirting with you at a party, right under the noses of everyone there but without them knowing. While people were chatting away around us, I would find ways to accidently bump into you and grab your ass or give your cock a squeeze then quickly move away. I would bend straight over right in front of you to show you my ass. I would bend over for the chips on the table and end up showing you my tits. I would look you right in the eye while taking a sip of my drink and you would be able to see the pure desire there.

You would hear me laughing in the other room while you were talking to a friend and be blanking out what they're saying and wishing to yourself that you were standing right next to me. While we were passing each other in the hall on the way back from the bathroom, we'd stop and kiss passionately and quickly before anyone else came around the corner. When we sat across from each other at the table, I'd kick my sandal off and run my toes up your leg and rub your cock right there in front of everyone without them knowing. After I knew you were good and hard, I'd jump up from the table and excuse myself. I would hope that you would find an excuse to leave yourself. We would rush into the bathroom and lock the door, and our lips would crush together before the snick of the lock was even final. We'd both be breathing heavy and I'd be trying to be very quiet; though little gasps of pleasure would uncontrollably leave me....especially while you worked my collar bone.

I would undo your belt, unzip your pants and have your already hard cock in my mouth giving it a nice coat of slick before I shucked my own drawers, turned around and guided you right into me from the back. OMG! It would feel so good, I would be making little mewling sounds because I'd be trying to be quiet and not moaning my head off with the feeling. I'd take my hand and rub my clit while you were pounding away at me and the doubly good sensations would make the top of my head feel like it was going to pop off! The sensations would be amazing and you and I would pop off at the exact same time. I would want to stay in there and kiss you all over and do it again, but the people at the party would wonder where we were. We would quickly clean up and leave the bathroom a few minutes apart from each other. No one would even realize what we had done...

In the middle of the night (sorta)

This swing-shift thing is killing me. He's asleep when I get up and go to work.

He gets up around 11:30am or so. If we're lucky, we'll have my lunch hour together (we ain't lucky often enough!)

I'm off work in the late-ish afternoon. If we're lucky, I won't have anything goin' on (kids, errands, chores, meetings...) and he can swing by on HIS lunch break.

He's off work around 10pm - but it's been more like 1AM lately : ( - I am so definitely asleep by then...and he most certainly learnt the "let-sleeping-woman-lye*" lesson.

It's just REALLY cutting into our SEX LIFE DAMNIT!!!

Heh, that's why we ended up doin' it three separate times on Sunday. And I had planned on more but I got hit with the Mack Truck of toothaches (ending in an extraction! Yuck!!)

I was going to tie him up. Face down and helpless I was going to use our little slap jack on his ass until it glowed. Then I was going to kiss and love that butt until it felt all better. Then I was gonna turn him over and sit on his face. After he made me cum that way, I was going to break out the Magic Wand and make him watch me O while I sat on his cock. I was not going to move but just let my clasping pussy massage him while I came. I can do that about five times in a row - probably in the space of about 5 minutes - makes him crazy. Then I was gonna clean his gorgeous cock off with my mouth and hopefully make him blow.

But we didn't get to do all of that. : (

Between my tooth extraction and work we went THREE WHOLE DAYS without touching each other intimately. I HATE that!!

No wonder I fucked him good on the way back from my 5am bathroom run this morning. ; p

*[sic? ah fuck, you know what I mean]

Great idea

I went to visit him on his lunch break last night. As I was leaving he told me to be naked, on the couch, watching porn with a vibrator on my clit when he got home.

So I did. I mean, so I was when he arrived. Oh man, what has that got to be like for a guy who's sex life before me consisted of straight missionary style, no blow jobs - EVER - on a maybe-if-he's-lucky-once-a-month basis? This poor guy wasn't "allowed" to wank off, or watch porn, or look at naughty websites because that was "disrespectful" to his wife. My poor man had to be completely retrained. He'd been trained to keep his cum from ever touching anything but the inside of a condom; that doggy style was demeaning; that new positions were not even to be considered. Masturbating in front of each other was this HUGE step (for both of us actually) - now we do it all the time. He says there's nothing that turns him on more than watching me make myself come.

He still asks if I'm okay after each and every one of his orgasms. I think that's kinda cute. But only because we've been able to "un-train" all those other stupid mind-fucks she put on him.

Guys, if you are in a relationship like this, get out. It means she's just not all that into you. A mature woman in love will do ANYTHING in the sack. It's all kinds of good.

Late for work...

After I showered and did my thing of lotions and makeup and hair-gel, I went to get dressed.

I couldn't put clothes on. He was lying there, sleepy but awakened by my entrance, warm in the covers. His naked skin beckoned to me.

If there's one thing I love to do - it's fuck his ass. Not in the "put-a-strap-on" on sort of way, but the "rub-my-clit-on-his-ass-til-its-soaked-with-my-cum" sort of way.

Oh man...today started out good.