TMI Tuesday The most times

This week’s TMI Tuesday theme is…



We want to know what thing you’ve done the most times.

1. What sex position have you been in the most times? It's probably a safe bet to say missionary. I'm not thinking of recent times (the past 2 1/2 years) but of all the sex I had before. It's a good position which I think gets a lot of crap for being boring. Any position will get boring if used repeatedly without a change up. I can get off in missionary position (if the situation allows, by which I mean, uh, if he lasts long enough) without any additional help so it's a great go-to. The tricky part is, it's the position that he can get off in very easily too.

2. What book have you read …? Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I've read it probably 15 times. I have horrible literary recall so each time a new HP book came out I started at the beginning to refresh my memory of all the little details that makes the story amazing. I did the same thing with the movies - had to read the books first for comparison.  Between me and my son those poor book are rather broken. Now for all that reading, which details do I recall? The ones in the movie, of course. :/

3. What movie have you watched …? It would make sense that it's any of the Harry Potter movies. I tend to skip the Sorcerer's Stone and Chamber of Secrets when there's a marathon playing. I'll dig into the couch for the long haul when Prizoner of Azkaban starts. So it's either PoA or The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, because for the longest time in the late 90's either TNT or TBS played the hell out of that movie and I seriously could not not watch it.

4. In the last week, who have you texted … ? (no names, list the relationship or type of person) Od, my husband. I get good morning texts, how's your day going texts, do I need to pick up anything on the way home texts, snuggle texts, and even more double checking about the kids or something they asked him (because he's the easy mark in our parenting team and everybody knows it.) I used to sigh over the commercials for phone companies who showed families communicating via text and email instead of going up the stairs to announce dinner was ready, but you know what? It's just so much easier than shouting over and over. I'm even guilty of texting to ask "where are you" instead of looking around the property.

5. In the last week, what food have you eaten …? Chicken salad croissants and veggies and dip and fruit salad. We had a lot of leftovers from a graduation party.

6. Today, which website have you visited …? I've only checked my email and visited the TMI blog and blogger, each only once so it's a 3 way tie for today. On a regular day? Psh. That's a no brainer - tumblr.

7. When dining out, where have you eaten …? We gravitate to Panera a lot. I love their hazelnut coffee and french onion soup.

8. Which sex toy have you used …? Well, I've had a Panasonic personal massager for 19+ years. I would say she still purrs to life every time she's turned on, but she's never purred. She's kind of growly. (makes a lot of noise)  I have to be selective when I use her now the kids are older and nosy and hear every single thing except when I'm talking directly to them. Overall, I've probably used her the most because I've had her the longest. Why is she a she? I don't know...we're old friends. For the last 7-8 years I've had a bullet vibrator. Cheap, quiet enough, variable speeds and gets the job done. I would not want to be caught without one. The thing is they break easily so I have to replace them at least once a year. But in that year they get a serious workout.

Bonus: Is there something you’d love to go back and relive in your sexual past? October 1991-August 1993 please. All. Of. It. (with the stipulation that I'd want my today brain in my yesterday's body)

(Thank you to Husband of Two Sexual Minds for this week’s bonus question)
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TMI Tuesday Think Kink (don't I always?)

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No longer an idle threat

I've been a long-time fan of tumblr, and posted links to my favorites here on this blog. (which reminds me I need to update some links...) I even casually mentioned starting my own. Well. It appears I had the right combination of boredom, inspiration, and time on my hands because I've done exactly that.

If you think you might like what I like or simply want a look-see, come on over.

I'm open to asks, and I welcome submissions. ;)



TMI : Masturbation Month

M is for masturbation

1. How often do you masturbate? It's very irregular because it's whenever I feel like it, or the situation presents itself. I can go a week or more and be okay, then the urge will hit me suddenly out of nowhere, I get that little clit twitch, the pull in the lower belly and I need to get off RIGHT NOW. Unfortunately, due to his schedule my eldest is home every week day by 11:30ish. I have a 3 hour empty house window and I'm usually not mentally geared for self love until late afternoon when I've taken care of work and have time to relax, let my mind wander, etc... Of course I could play while he's home (and I have) but I must be really, really quiet. Therein lies the problem. Some of my toys aren't quiet and it's hard for me to be, too.

Also, my masturbation is nowhere near the levels it was a year ago. My sexuality was ramping up and I could not get enough. My libido hasn't settle, but my self control has. I learned that shared orgasms were more rewarding and ultimately what I really needed, so I saved them for my time with Od. Now those I could go for every day - but it hasn't been the case, is not the case, and doesn't look to be the case anytime soon. Pity.

Final answer : At least once a week. (May is a special occasion for me and some days I'm really pushing myself to get it done. Not the right frame of mind, I know.)

2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month? Well, I'm masturbating daily. That doesn't mean I'm getting off daily, but I'm still participating. I've had some technical difficulty. I also set the challenge to Od to masturbate daily. I know he was playing along for the first 4 days. I'm not sure about now. My challemge turned into a catalyst of serious proportions, but that's another post.

3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
Masturbation is not something that has occurred for Od in a long time, but in the rare occasion that his hand was on his cock for anything, like switching out a ring, putting on a cage, or some other toy, I like to watch. So a.), it turns me on, but in person I have trouble not getting involved, and assisting in some way. My hands naturally gravitiate to the crotch, if only for a squeeze, pat, or quick tease. Regarding any other man whether by video gift, online porn, etc....yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I loooooooove to watch. I'm a voyeur at heart. I like to watch all kinds of things.

4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
I tend to feel very self-conscious if the watching is done in a hands-off way - sort of like a car up on a rack, getting serviced. Not sexy at all. I don't mind using toys, I don't mind him watching...but I need physical connection (kisses on the legs, a warm set of lips on my nipples, attention to my neck and hopefully some whispered words of encouragement. Those things make all the difference to me. If not present, then the situation falls flat - I psych myself out too much.

5. Mutual masturbation? Yea or Nay? Yea. Most definitely, enthusiastically yea. Not the side-by-side-you-do-your-thing-I'll-do-mine way, though. Too disconnected. I prefer the taking-turns-and-assisting-each-other way. Maybe that's not masturbation, maybe that's sex? I don't know. If  things happen over the phone, then I can do that because of the words and the sounds in my ear. Texting or typing is difficult because I need the use of both hands, and camming is pretty much out because I need to not feel "inspected". *sigh* I'm a complicated and hard to please creature.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not? I would go, if I could simply masturbate and not stress about getting off. I'd be too busy watching everyone else. I'm assuming it's a group thing? If not, and it's more like a "go go go, it's your turn on stage" kind of thing...um, no thank you. But feel free to send me a link to any videos. (I just read the fine print and it says group environment...so sure. I'd do it with my heart in my throat, but I'd do it. With a buddy, of course.)

http://masturbate2012.tumblr.com/

The Center for Sex & Culture
Sunday, May 27, 10am-midnight
Arrive by 9pm
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All genders, all orientations welcome to explore self-pleasure in a supportive group environment. Check the next newsletter for more detail about this year’s Thon, and join us to Come for a Cause!

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Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating? ETA : I'm not sure why my answer got deleted the first go 'round, but here's a second try : I'm not addicted to masturbation now, but in 2010 for awhile I would have answered yes. I could not get enough. As in, I would get deliciously tenderized from the lengths and amounts of self love I was administering. Then that physical reminder would set me off and I'd need to do it again. Now I would say I'm more drawn to the effects of masturbation. My body needs an orgasm every 3 days or so. I start to get hateful and generally disgruntled...so I prescribe myself therapeutic orgasms. I would have them through partnered activities, ideally, but masturbation works otherwise. Recently, it has become the norm. Even more recently I could use one every night to fall asleep, but it's tricky to pull off when someone is snoring next to you. Not impossible - but tricky.
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TMI Tuesday The Here & Now

The Here & Now

1. Are you wearing any jewelry? What? Nope, none. Which reminds me...where did I leave my ring?

2. What are you listening to now? The hum of my computer, chirpy birds outside the patio door, and the flow of cool air through the vents.

3. What is the last piece of entertainment media (i.e., cd, download, book, DVD) that you purchased? Do you recommend it? Oh, well, gosh, let me think...it was...uh...OH! I know! Season 7 of Weeds on dvd. I haven't watched it yet, but I hope it's not as lame as season 6.

4. What kind of undergarments are you wearing right now? Care to post a photo? I'm currently in a shameful state of dishabille. For all you non-Frenchies : I'm nekkid under my clothes. And no, no photos. *looks stern* Shame on you!

5. What is your current mood? Happy, silly, flirtatious...the usual.

6. What is the best looking thing about you today? Well, since I'm wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt - it's not my sense of style. And my air dried hair is unfashionably clipped up into a curly mess - so good hair is out of the running. Aaaaaaand I have no make up on. However, if you get past the fact that my face isn't put on...my skin is actually kind of glowing thanks to my, er, earlier "celebrations", so I'm going with that answer. And yes, that's "celebrations" with an s, as in plural. I needed them, okay?   

7. Fill in the blank. Tonight I’m looking forward to _____________ . I don't know. Making it a hat trick? Sounds fanfuckingtastic to me. Join me won't you?  (except you, Harry)  ;)

Bonus: Tell me something good…anything you want to share. Just do it Right now, when I run my tongue over my teeth, they feel super slick and clean. I love that feeling. It makes me happy. It also, curiously, makes me want to kiss, lick, and bite. *shrugs* You asked.

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A helping hand

May is Masturbation Month. Did you know that? My thanks to Advizor for the timely reminder.

In consideration to boosting and (hopefully) improving my sex life, I'm choosing to not only meet his challenge and go for a perfect month (31/31), I also decided quite impulsively that Od should take this challenge as well. Yes, that's right. The man who hasn't jerked himself off in God knows how long (possibly over a year) has been given his orders. Or assigned a task. Requested to participate. However it suits his sensitive little ears these days.

Every morning after our snuggle time he's going to put on a show for me. Or lull me back to sleep with the rocking motion of his arm. Either or, win-win.

I'll be joining in the celebration myself later in the day when I have the house to myself.

Some of my readers are familiar with our experimentations and struggles with chastity play. Od's a bit off/on about wearing a device (even though he voluntarily indulged me for a few weeks in March as a surprise - God, I do miss that...) but he's flawless when it comes to the honor system. There's been no orgasms without Freya. And honestly, those have slowed to a moderate trickle in the last 4..5..6.. months or so. I've been taking clues from him and holding out for receptive signs instead of attacking him as I was wont to do. What I've discovered, simply put, is that I have a much higher sex drive than my husband. He just does not seem to be cast from the same mould as other men. In most regards I'm thankful for that. But I'm looking to boost his libido (to use it against him, of course, this is me, after all) and I'm hoping that continuous orgasms might do the trick. Couldn't hurt, right? If anything... I'll have good reason to slap that cock cage back on him in 31 days' time. *grins*

I plan on posting a few updates throughout the month. I'm very curious to see what transpires.

On another note...watch this space for the conclusion to Navy boy. I'm having a hard time wrapping it up in a tidy bow, but it's coming along.

Navy boy pt. 5

Jeff turned out to be a Stage 5 clinger.

I had my suspicions he knew something of my true feelings beyond friendship toward Navy boy, but he wasn't letting on. He wasn't giving in either. He turned up the heat and turned up the emotion. And if I'm a sucker for anything...it's heat and passion. Together the two bought Jeff a little more time. Being fellow Leos worked well for us in those moments. They were some of the best I shared with him. A specific afternoon spent letting the shower water run cold comes to mind.......  It was in the aftermath of such a day that left me with a hickey high on my neck, hair barely hiding it. Marked territory or not, I had a date with Navy boy. An official date. He asked, picked me up, and everything.

So I used my make up to it's best advantage and covered the love bite. All night, sitting in that comedy club I was more preoccupied with keeping my long hair swept forward over my shoulder to shield his eyes from my disgrace. I chose my seat based on this. I postured my body to his disadvantage. All night the panic of him discovering that tell-tale hickey kept me from enjoying my long awaited, little deserved night with him. As we walked around the downtown sidewalk, under the glow of the streetlamps he reached for my hand. And that, even that - a simple, gentle affirmation of his affection towards me - was tainted with the stink of betrayal. If things were going anywhere with Navy boy - and I desperately wanted them to - then I needed to close my legs, harden my heart, and open my mouth and speak the words that we all knew were inevitable.

I finally made good on my promise to Navy boy and ended things with Jeff. There, in his driveway (lest I be suckered into anything inside his house) I stood my ground. I watched the confusion in his expression, the disbelief, then the hurt. He paced circles below the basketball hoop, frantically running his hands through his sandy blond hair attempting to change my mind. When he realized the futility of those actions, he built up a head of steam, then began shouting at me, demanding to know "why". I don't know what I told him as I stoically watched, I only know what I refused to tell him. I would admit in no way that it was because he was less than what I wanted, less than what I ever wanted, less than Navy boy. I suppose I grasped the "it's not you, it's me" excuse and pathetically offered it. It fit. Jeff never was the problem. He didn't lack the proper boyfriend material. He was perfect in every regard - just not perfect for me. And I was definitely not what he needed. The tears shining in his eyes  were proof. They slid down his face as his back slid down the garage door, and he sat there, crouched low on the cool concrete of his shaded driveway and failed to look at me for quite some time.

Struck with the awkwardness of his unexpected display of emotion, I watched in mild horror. I took in the sight of him one last time, knowing there was no way to undo the damage I'd caused, made a final apology, and I left him - frozen in that same crumpled position, refusing to meet my eyes.

It took a day or two to manage the fall out from our combined friends. The ex even made his feelings known on the subject. He was not surprised. He knew me better than anyone, and experienced my betrayal of Jeff firsthand. We discussed the irony in how easy it was for us to separate time and time again with simple words, because the knowledge that we'd get back together was always present. But with Jeff, the disentanglement of emotions was like a sticky spider web (of my own weaving, of course) and when one limb was free I'd find another one snared again. Yet overall, it was my relationship with Jeff that I took most casually, and affected me the least. By the end of our talk, my guilt over hurting Jeff was soothed, and the relief of being finally free kicked in. It's shocking how quickly the consciences of teenagers are cleared.

It was with nothing but joy and a feeling of success when Navy boy held onto my face with Those Hands, long fingers curling ever so gently around my flawlessly skinned neck and he kissed me for the first time. Our dinner date ended on his front porch, and we talked for hours that night. Hours and hours of nothing but us. He expressed some concern over the short time we had left to spend together. I stated my lack of concern over the matter - now was a time to relish and enjoy. Nothing more. I knew we had a shelf life. Short one, at that. Strangely, I was okay with the fact. I'd envisioned myself with him for so long, our romance being played out in fantasy over and over again and I'd struggled for so long, and in such unnecessary ways to bring us together that I was content in the act of just being. And so we were.

For the remainder of the summer I lived for the stolen time when he was not working. There was a fragmentation to my social life. Nights when he worked, I partied half-heartedly with my friends, but my days were spent with him, wandering the shore of a nearby lake, revisiting the art museum, taking in movies at the Indie theater, and sitting, talking on his front porch. Sometimes we took it inside to the coolness of his basement. Our shoulders rubbed together side by side, my legs crossed over on his lap, and we held hands when we walked. A few times we found ourselves lounging on the couch with hands wandering. I was determined not to make the same mistakes with Navy boy that I'd made with Jeff. I'd allowed my hormones to make decisions instead of my head. And on a hot summer day, when we escaped the outside heat in his basement only to create some indoor heat of our own, and somehow found ourselves walking the two sets of stairs to his room, Navy boy voiced his concerns. My hormones double checked with my head, and even consulted with my heart. All three gave the green light. I followed Navy boy into his room and shut the door behind me.