Read part 1 here.
The phone call from Jeff was unexpected. However, learning of his secret admiration warmed me as much as it alarmed me. We'd been forging a friendlier than usual union from the wreckage of my last relationship, but never did I pick up any clues that for him it was more. Our most common interest, my ex and his friend, had moved on to another girl, so he thought the coast was clear. I honestly never saw it coming. We had made our prom pact sort of jokingly. But he now took full advantage of the deal. And upped the ante, it seemed. Jeff wanted more. Jeff was laying all his chips on the table. Jeff actually made a good argument for himself. By being his honest, humble, humorous self he forced me to look at him in a new light. He used the hell out of the surprise element. He was also fortunate in his timing. Navy boy's resistance to me had been wearing thin. I'm not even ashamed to say I succumbed to Jeff's subtle charms. I've no excuses except for that my 16 year old self was subject to flattery and attention. Both of which Navy boy was being stingy with.
I'm sure subconsciously my motivation for dating Jeff included prodding Navy boy into action. I wanted him to act. Did I expect him to? No. And he didn't. With my preoccupation at giving this new thing with Jeff a go, added into the excitement of upcoming prom, I temporarily abandoned my advances. But I never stopped wanting. If Navy boy was my life's lesson in patience and determination, then Jeff was my lesson in settling for less.
From the beginning of our arrangement (I hesitate to even call it a relationship) I felt - even knew deep down - that what I had with Jeff wouldn't last. I tried my best, enjoyed myself, gave over to the experience of someone, something new. No matter how I tried I couldn't lie and say that my smiles and happiness were as true as his. I couldn't say that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, or as much as I wanted Navy boy. And even still, I carried the power within me to make things so much worse. I began exchanging late night conversations with the ex. Conversations meant to be light, friendly catch-ups and how-have-you-beens turned into I-miss-yous, are-we-really-overs, and I'd-like-to-see-you-one-last-times. *sigh* And that's how I found myself agreeing to skip school early on the last day before spring break in order to have an illicit, long overdue breakup fuck with my ex. No bones about it. We weren't rekindling a romance. This was not a reunited love. It was scratching an itch, and it was either so right it was wrong, or so wrong that it felt right. But this was the first spark of excitement I'd felt in too long. I had no regrets. Even when I ran into Jeff outside the school and lied to his face about my leaving, even when the ex lied to Jeff about why he didn't need a ride to school that morning, and no...not even when Jeff surprised us both by showing up after school while we were sharing a post-coital nap and I had to quickly hide in my ex's mother's room, thanking God that I'd had the good sense to park my car in the garage.
Believe it or not, it took all that for me to see that perhaps, just maybe I sorta wasn't taking this thing with Jeff seriously and needed to cut the poor guy loose.
If it was only that easy.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Navy boy
It was through misappropriation of my study hall hour that I came to know and fall for the one who became my Navy boy.
Students lived and breathed for their alphabetically assigned day to visit the library instead of festering in the forced, unnatural quiet of the large study hall room. I never failed to use the permitted freedom. I could read magazines, flip through the local newspaper, stretch my legs amongst the stacks as I browsed at my leisure not looking for anything in particular, really, or socialize on the sly away from the uncaring librarian's disinterested gaze.
Mostly I was content to be alone at my favored table, the stacks to my back and the entire library in front of me, people watching through the glass walls that seperated the quiet bliss of the library from the low-traffic classtime hallways. Occasionally a bored student office worker would wander in to kill time. Some I knew and liked so they stayed to talk for awhile or we shared the current People magazine. Others I simply just knew, so we kept our distance and ignored each other.
I can't recall if I knowingly sought the delicate, beautiful, brunette out or merely responded to the Senior library assistant's friendly nature, but deep into my Junior year I was entrenched in an unusual friendship. We talked about music - his taste so different than mine but merging in a few places to strengthen our interest. He read me sonnets from Shakespeare - really, he knew his favorites by heart but used the book as a prop to look out from under his floppy bangs with his enbelievably large and long-lashed baby blues. And we talked sex. In round about ways - about girlfriends, boyfriends, accumulated knowledge of the opposite sex including successes and failures of, and duration since our last experiences.
Mine had been quite recent, having broken up for the last time with my first serious boyfriend. They knew of each other and moved on the outer edges of each other's social circles. In my small community, that was about as far away as you could get from someone. Not knowing a person was impossible.
His had been more than a year prior. Somehow that made him more attractive to me. If I first saw him as a challenge or as easy prey isn't clear to me still to this day, but with each and every innuendo, confession, flirtation, and smile I fell deeper and deeper into desire for the pretty boy with a voice like a soft Christian Slater. But poor choices and bad timing wouldn't let me have him just yet.
For months we built our flirty friendship around the entanglement I'd gotten myself into. I had agreed to go to prom with the best friend of my old boyfriend in the event we both hadn't found suitable replacements for our exes. I'd found a suitable replacement, sure...but he wasn't grabbing the bait. Pretty boy liked to play hard to get. He'd warm up to me with a slide of his palm along my thigh as we faced each other in close conversation, only to breeze past me the next time with a cool hello as he went about his library business. Some days he wasn't in the library at all, having convinced the librarian to let him wander the halls. All while I was stuck in the fishbowl room with nowhere to go. My frustration with him on those days only caused my heels to plant more firmly in determination to make him mine.
He'd tell me about the good times he had at the restaurant where he waited most evenings and about the parties he went to with his friends on the weekends. I was jealous at the life he had outside of me. We were strictly M-F during school hours. Navy boy was happily suited to our friendly arrangement. I was...not. Being denied isn't something I've ever been good at, nor have I ever wanted to be. Call me spoiled, but I knew I wanted him,all most signs were pointing to him being interested in me, so why was I having a hard getting what I wanted? He was a lesson in patience and determination for me. Navy boy, dear readers, was my first and only boy to play hard to get. I proved to be eager for the chase.
He gave me his phone number (along with a dirty joke about 69 being in there) so I called. Turned out he wasn't much for phone conversations. He was more of a chill out together in person kind of guy. So I found a way to be in person. An offered ride home afterschool was my ticket. I had a car. He did not. We started hanging out on his front steps and talking for hours. It was after I'd gotten home from Navy boy's house one early spring afternoon that I got the phone call. The one where he came clean about really liking me all this time and he hoped that we could be more. The one where he hoped we could have a real date. And he hoped we were still going to prom. Yes. Prom. Oooh. *cringe* I'd forgotten about that.......
Students lived and breathed for their alphabetically assigned day to visit the library instead of festering in the forced, unnatural quiet of the large study hall room. I never failed to use the permitted freedom. I could read magazines, flip through the local newspaper, stretch my legs amongst the stacks as I browsed at my leisure not looking for anything in particular, really, or socialize on the sly away from the uncaring librarian's disinterested gaze.
Mostly I was content to be alone at my favored table, the stacks to my back and the entire library in front of me, people watching through the glass walls that seperated the quiet bliss of the library from the low-traffic classtime hallways. Occasionally a bored student office worker would wander in to kill time. Some I knew and liked so they stayed to talk for awhile or we shared the current People magazine. Others I simply just knew, so we kept our distance and ignored each other.
I can't recall if I knowingly sought the delicate, beautiful, brunette out or merely responded to the Senior library assistant's friendly nature, but deep into my Junior year I was entrenched in an unusual friendship. We talked about music - his taste so different than mine but merging in a few places to strengthen our interest. He read me sonnets from Shakespeare - really, he knew his favorites by heart but used the book as a prop to look out from under his floppy bangs with his enbelievably large and long-lashed baby blues. And we talked sex. In round about ways - about girlfriends, boyfriends, accumulated knowledge of the opposite sex including successes and failures of, and duration since our last experiences.
Mine had been quite recent, having broken up for the last time with my first serious boyfriend. They knew of each other and moved on the outer edges of each other's social circles. In my small community, that was about as far away as you could get from someone. Not knowing a person was impossible.
His had been more than a year prior. Somehow that made him more attractive to me. If I first saw him as a challenge or as easy prey isn't clear to me still to this day, but with each and every innuendo, confession, flirtation, and smile I fell deeper and deeper into desire for the pretty boy with a voice like a soft Christian Slater. But poor choices and bad timing wouldn't let me have him just yet.
For months we built our flirty friendship around the entanglement I'd gotten myself into. I had agreed to go to prom with the best friend of my old boyfriend in the event we both hadn't found suitable replacements for our exes. I'd found a suitable replacement, sure...but he wasn't grabbing the bait. Pretty boy liked to play hard to get. He'd warm up to me with a slide of his palm along my thigh as we faced each other in close conversation, only to breeze past me the next time with a cool hello as he went about his library business. Some days he wasn't in the library at all, having convinced the librarian to let him wander the halls. All while I was stuck in the fishbowl room with nowhere to go. My frustration with him on those days only caused my heels to plant more firmly in determination to make him mine.
He'd tell me about the good times he had at the restaurant where he waited most evenings and about the parties he went to with his friends on the weekends. I was jealous at the life he had outside of me. We were strictly M-F during school hours. Navy boy was happily suited to our friendly arrangement. I was...not. Being denied isn't something I've ever been good at, nor have I ever wanted to be. Call me spoiled, but I knew I wanted him,
He gave me his phone number (along with a dirty joke about 69 being in there) so I called. Turned out he wasn't much for phone conversations. He was more of a chill out together in person kind of guy. So I found a way to be in person. An offered ride home afterschool was my ticket. I had a car. He did not. We started hanging out on his front steps and talking for hours. It was after I'd gotten home from Navy boy's house one early spring afternoon that I got the phone call. The one where he came clean about really liking me all this time and he hoped that we could be more. The one where he hoped we could have a real date. And he hoped we were still going to prom. Yes. Prom. Oooh. *cringe* I'd forgotten about that.......
Monday, March 19, 2012
Naked nap
There's not been much lately to tempt me in sitting down to write. Not for a lack of material. That's good news. :) More so, I've been living in the good moments and simply enjoying them and in other moments I'm just plain busy. No complaining, because it's even the good kind of busy, ya know? Today was the perfect example.
I woke to find my husband still sleeping. And the sun was shining. That combination only happens on weekends which means someone was playing hooky today. I had a feeling it would happen. My laptop's security became compromised and he spent the better part of the night fixing it. It could have waited, but that man's sense of priority is skewed at times. At 1:00 in the morning, problem solving wins out over sleep, yet at 6:00 in the morning sleep wins out over the workday. He's lucky he can get away with "sick days" on such short notice.
The day could have easily been frittered away while I tiptoed and he slept, but surprisingly by 8:30 we were in the motions of a busy day starting with breakfast, showers, lots of phone calls and computer work. At midday we headed out to tackle errands, errands, errands, and some lunch. I even got my car washed. It's a glorious day here. Just the sort of day you want for driving in the car with the windows down, the music cranked up, and good company by your side. To be honest...it was almost too nice for March 19th. I ended up testing the AC in the car and regretting my choice of long sleeves and jeans. The brighter the sun shone, the pinker my face got.
When we returned home I headed straight for the bedroom and without ceremony I stripped down to my undies and flopped on the soft fabric of the comforter. I was a goner. My energy level dropped, my heart rate slowed and as I listened to the rhythmic sound of the ceiling fan, my consciousness began slipping. I heard the muted sounds of the neighborhood through the windows. Dog barking. Motorcycle driving by. Kids squealing with after school glee. Od joined me on the bed in our shadowy room. My once over heated skin was now cooled from the fan and I curled into his side for a much needed spot of warmth.
Less than 45 minutes later I woke with a smile on my face. The birds are still chirping, the sun is still shining, and I have plenty of the day left to cook dinner, finish the laundry and maybe - just maybe - curl on the couch and call it a day. But man...what a great day it was.
I woke to find my husband still sleeping. And the sun was shining. That combination only happens on weekends which means someone was playing hooky today. I had a feeling it would happen. My laptop's security became compromised and he spent the better part of the night fixing it. It could have waited, but that man's sense of priority is skewed at times. At 1:00 in the morning, problem solving wins out over sleep, yet at 6:00 in the morning sleep wins out over the workday. He's lucky he can get away with "sick days" on such short notice.
The day could have easily been frittered away while I tiptoed and he slept, but surprisingly by 8:30 we were in the motions of a busy day starting with breakfast, showers, lots of phone calls and computer work. At midday we headed out to tackle errands, errands, errands, and some lunch. I even got my car washed. It's a glorious day here. Just the sort of day you want for driving in the car with the windows down, the music cranked up, and good company by your side. To be honest...it was almost too nice for March 19th. I ended up testing the AC in the car and regretting my choice of long sleeves and jeans. The brighter the sun shone, the pinker my face got.
When we returned home I headed straight for the bedroom and without ceremony I stripped down to my undies and flopped on the soft fabric of the comforter. I was a goner. My energy level dropped, my heart rate slowed and as I listened to the rhythmic sound of the ceiling fan, my consciousness began slipping. I heard the muted sounds of the neighborhood through the windows. Dog barking. Motorcycle driving by. Kids squealing with after school glee. Od joined me on the bed in our shadowy room. My once over heated skin was now cooled from the fan and I curled into his side for a much needed spot of warmth.
Less than 45 minutes later I woke with a smile on my face. The birds are still chirping, the sun is still shining, and I have plenty of the day left to cook dinner, finish the laundry and maybe - just maybe - curl on the couch and call it a day. But man...what a great day it was.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The way to a man's heart...
...is through his stomach they say. Whoever they are, they apparently have no idea what today is. Today is the day when, exactly one month afterwards, all the recipients of lovely Valentine efforts from our guys repay those acts in kind.
It's Steak and Blowjob Day!!!
And while my man is a die hard meat and potatos kind of guy, he'd go vegan for regular servings of fellatio. So...for today the way to his heart is going to be juuuuust a bit lower than his stomach. ;)
I'm thawing the steaks right now.
I think some asparagus, sauteed mushrooms and onions and oven roasted herbed potatos will go along nicely. I'll be saving room for dessert.
It's Steak and Blowjob Day!!!
And while my man is a die hard meat and potatos kind of guy, he'd go vegan for regular servings of fellatio. So...for today the way to his heart is going to be juuuuust a bit lower than his stomach. ;)
I'm thawing the steaks right now.
I think some asparagus, sauteed mushrooms and onions and oven roasted herbed potatos will go along nicely. I'll be saving room for dessert.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The gift of submission
My Valentine's plans never panned out. Not even the make up weekend. After my whole family got sick the weekend before, Od and I had just the night of the 14th to have a quick dinner out. Then my immune system succumbed the next day. I recovered by the following weekend but we had a birthday party to attend on the only available night we could have possibly escaped for some hotel fun. *sigh...*
I'd chalked the holiday up as a loss and hoped for better luck next year. Not without minimal pouting mind you. Freya doesn't like not getting her way. I was reeeeaaaaallllly looking forward to hotel sex. There's just something more about it, isn't there?
He decided to make it up to me. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It involved cuffs, restraints, his ass, and the opportunity for lots and lots of teasing. I hadn't had him tied up since.....well, since, uh...actually I can't remember, and Jesus that means it's been way too fucking long. Od kinkified the bed frame with a bunch of bondage hardware over the summer for the new bed we purchased in April of 2011. So it's been since before then. That's almost a year, people!
I found him in the bedroom where he was taking a nap. I peeked under the bed hoping to see that he'd already attached the restraints. He most certainly had. Good boy that he is, he also had the cuffs and his unused collar set out. I rustled through the dresser drawers and located the lube, some condoms, and his Lelo Billy before waking him. I crawled under the covers with the cuffs in hand and kissed him awake. Before he was entirely roused I had him cuffed and spread on the bed, ready for the restraints. I hadn't used the new attachments before so he lent me advice when necessary. There's something wholly satisfying when the bound are willing, even eager. I'm not much for bondage - not visually anyway - but I do love the control it represents. I could feel myself centering, focusing, and intensifying with each tightening of the straps. Made my inner domme very grrrrrrrr. I knew before he felt a single teasing touch that there was one thing to be taken care of. Me.
After securing the straps and checking the tightness one last time I worked my way up the bed and settled myself behind his head on my hands and knees. I tormented him momentarily, dangling my nipples out of reach then letting him feast. I pulled away and climbed forward, stopping directly where we both wanted me to be. I brushed myself side to side against his mouth, my lips on his. His technique was different without the use of his hands to guide my hips. Longer licks, less of his beard grinding into me, and I do think there was more enthusiasm. By the state of his cock, I'd say definitely more enthusiasm. He was standing proud and leaking a tiny river down his shaft, over his hip, and making a wet spot beside him on the sheet.
I was using his face for my own pleasure, but judging by the sounds he was making (my god the sounds he made!) he was receiving his own brand of happiness. I just didn't expect how much. The closer I get to orgasm, the harder I grind, and the harder I grind, the lower my face gets to his lap. His cock and I were having a staring contest. My instinct was to stick my tongue out juuuuuust a little bit to tease him, but I held back. It brushed against my cheek and my hair got tangled on it with the thrashing around I was doing. At the final moment before I came I squeezed my eyes shut and let the intense pleasure crash through me. Exhausted, with shaky legs, panting out deep breaths I opened my eyes. To discover that Od had cum all over my shoulder and collarbone. I'd never felt it hit me. I couldn't believe what I was looking at and did a quick mental rundown of all sensations in the last few minutes, thinking perhaps I'd grabbed him or pressed against him hard enough with my cheek to give him the friction he needed. I drew a blank, so I asked him. He was a little winded and trying to catch his breath, but said he felt nothing other than what I recalled - a brush from my cheek and a few from my tangled hair.
He said "See? I told you I really love your pussy" with a grin in his voice.
"Apparently."
It was an amazing thing to happen. I've yet to find a way that he can't get off. Usually that's a good thing. But I was put out by the fact that I wouldn't get to carry through with my plans for the night. My plaything was all played out. So we called it a night, I unfastened the restraints, rubbed his wrists and ankles and we cleaned up, then cuddled under the covers. But I warned him in no way did this mean his ass was safe from me just yet.
I'd chalked the holiday up as a loss and hoped for better luck next year. Not without minimal pouting mind you. Freya doesn't like not getting her way. I was reeeeaaaaallllly looking forward to hotel sex. There's just something more about it, isn't there?
He decided to make it up to me. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It involved cuffs, restraints, his ass, and the opportunity for lots and lots of teasing. I hadn't had him tied up since.....well, since, uh...actually I can't remember, and Jesus that means it's been way too fucking long. Od kinkified the bed frame with a bunch of bondage hardware over the summer for the new bed we purchased in April of 2011. So it's been since before then. That's almost a year, people!
I found him in the bedroom where he was taking a nap. I peeked under the bed hoping to see that he'd already attached the restraints. He most certainly had. Good boy that he is, he also had the cuffs and his unused collar set out. I rustled through the dresser drawers and located the lube, some condoms, and his Lelo Billy before waking him. I crawled under the covers with the cuffs in hand and kissed him awake. Before he was entirely roused I had him cuffed and spread on the bed, ready for the restraints. I hadn't used the new attachments before so he lent me advice when necessary. There's something wholly satisfying when the bound are willing, even eager. I'm not much for bondage - not visually anyway - but I do love the control it represents. I could feel myself centering, focusing, and intensifying with each tightening of the straps. Made my inner domme very grrrrrrrr. I knew before he felt a single teasing touch that there was one thing to be taken care of. Me.
After securing the straps and checking the tightness one last time I worked my way up the bed and settled myself behind his head on my hands and knees. I tormented him momentarily, dangling my nipples out of reach then letting him feast. I pulled away and climbed forward, stopping directly where we both wanted me to be. I brushed myself side to side against his mouth, my lips on his. His technique was different without the use of his hands to guide my hips. Longer licks, less of his beard grinding into me, and I do think there was more enthusiasm. By the state of his cock, I'd say definitely more enthusiasm. He was standing proud and leaking a tiny river down his shaft, over his hip, and making a wet spot beside him on the sheet.
I was using his face for my own pleasure, but judging by the sounds he was making (my god the sounds he made!) he was receiving his own brand of happiness. I just didn't expect how much. The closer I get to orgasm, the harder I grind, and the harder I grind, the lower my face gets to his lap. His cock and I were having a staring contest. My instinct was to stick my tongue out juuuuuust a little bit to tease him, but I held back. It brushed against my cheek and my hair got tangled on it with the thrashing around I was doing. At the final moment before I came I squeezed my eyes shut and let the intense pleasure crash through me. Exhausted, with shaky legs, panting out deep breaths I opened my eyes. To discover that Od had cum all over my shoulder and collarbone. I'd never felt it hit me. I couldn't believe what I was looking at and did a quick mental rundown of all sensations in the last few minutes, thinking perhaps I'd grabbed him or pressed against him hard enough with my cheek to give him the friction he needed. I drew a blank, so I asked him. He was a little winded and trying to catch his breath, but said he felt nothing other than what I recalled - a brush from my cheek and a few from my tangled hair.
He said "See? I told you I really love your pussy" with a grin in his voice.
"Apparently."
It was an amazing thing to happen. I've yet to find a way that he can't get off. Usually that's a good thing. But I was put out by the fact that I wouldn't get to carry through with my plans for the night. My plaything was all played out. So we called it a night, I unfastened the restraints, rubbed his wrists and ankles and we cleaned up, then cuddled under the covers. But I warned him in no way did this mean his ass was safe from me just yet.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
TMI Tuesday 2/28/12
This week’s TMI Tuesday is about sex and romance. Who doesn’t enjoy a little romance or the art of seduction before engaging in sex? Often times the prelude is better than the actual ‘event’.
1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:
a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter. Who does this? Really? Now...that's not to say I wouldn't kill some time checking out other patrons and perhaps casting a few flirtatious glances for fun. ;)
b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem. I don't wait patiently and I rarely assume the worst such as an accident, therefore no love song or poem for you.
c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!” What am I, a drama queen? Maybe the low blood sugar is making me so nasty.
d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch. 20 minutes is about 5 minutes past my patience point, then I'm more likely to cut out and carry on with my day or just eat without you. No need to message a friend and wait even more. I can be my own good company. And by the way...if this is a romantic meal, why the hell am I meeting you? You couldn't pick me up?
2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career? Romantic relationship. I'm greedy when it comes to the availability of my partner. Always have been. I knew at a young age there were professions that I couldn't tolerate in a mate. I never intended to tie myself down to someone who wouldn't be around. I believe in strong partner bonding and constant work travel or long hours isn't conducive to that, I'm afraid.
3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse Exam table, IV tubing, clamps, latex gloves, KY gel...I see some possibilities, but medical isn't my kink.
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe Maybe, if there's a hose nearby to rinse the sweat and dirt off first.
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking Absolutely. Of course I'll be the principal, so don't forget to staighten your tie and tuck your shirt in, boy, or that'll cost you extra.....
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane Od would love this. He doesn't have to speak much and he can use his outdoor skills.
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary I roleplay this everyday. I call it marriage. He can't remember shit and I'm in charge of the scheduling, date keeping, meetings, appointments. Only I never call him boss. ;)
4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?
a. Me! I like to go for what I want. Pretty much this, but I like to be surprised sometimes.
b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.
c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.No. Just....no. I can't even relate. How sad this approach must be, not to mention boring for their partner.
d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it. Sometimes I do this. I go "fishing" every now and then to test his awareness. I might be a sure thing, but he's got to keep his gaming skills sharp.
5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards Nothin' wrong with vanilla. You can add all sorts of goodies to sweeten the deal. ;)
b. adventurous Like outdoors, in public, in the back of a speeding car, or dangling from a bungee cord? Then no. I need seclusion and privacy in order to focus if it's gonna be good. I can't handle too many distractions.
c. kinky Yes. Absolutely yes. But not all the time. Most often there's a sense of power play and orgasm control (he voluntarily keeps that up) but not all the time. We are admittedly sometimes just plain old vanilla, I'm afraid to say, but never boring. ;)
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure. –Mae West There are a few things even I won't try, but I completely believe in trying twice just in case.
6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear? Seduction starts way before things heat up, so it's not so much what I whisper in his ear as what I do before my lips get anywhere near him. I know his triggers and things he appreciates so if I'm in full on seduction mode you can be sure my hair is long and loose, my feet are bare and toes are polished, bra is long forgotten and I'm wearing some of his favorite undies. Then I act casual and let him come to me. He knows the game. No words necessary.
Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway? I'm not very particular. Anywhere we can be secluded away from real life. Water must be included though either in form of lake, pool, hot tub, or large shower. We rented a cabin 2 years ago for the July 4th holiday just the two of us and had the best time sleeping in, cooking together, relaxing, hiking, and having lots and lots of noisy sex. And last year on Valentine's we "escaped" all of 10 minutes away to a hotel and shacked up for the night spending a good portion of the evening in the jacuzzi and another good portion doing.....other wet and slippery things. Good times.
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1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:
a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter. Who does this? Really? Now...that's not to say I wouldn't kill some time checking out other patrons and perhaps casting a few flirtatious glances for fun. ;)
b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem. I don't wait patiently and I rarely assume the worst such as an accident, therefore no love song or poem for you.
c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!” What am I, a drama queen? Maybe the low blood sugar is making me so nasty.
d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch. 20 minutes is about 5 minutes past my patience point, then I'm more likely to cut out and carry on with my day or just eat without you. No need to message a friend and wait even more. I can be my own good company. And by the way...if this is a romantic meal, why the hell am I meeting you? You couldn't pick me up?
2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career? Romantic relationship. I'm greedy when it comes to the availability of my partner. Always have been. I knew at a young age there were professions that I couldn't tolerate in a mate. I never intended to tie myself down to someone who wouldn't be around. I believe in strong partner bonding and constant work travel or long hours isn't conducive to that, I'm afraid.
3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse Exam table, IV tubing, clamps, latex gloves, KY gel...I see some possibilities, but medical isn't my kink.
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe Maybe, if there's a hose nearby to rinse the sweat and dirt off first.
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking Absolutely. Of course I'll be the principal, so don't forget to staighten your tie and tuck your shirt in, boy, or that'll cost you extra.....
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane Od would love this. He doesn't have to speak much and he can use his outdoor skills.
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary I roleplay this everyday. I call it marriage. He can't remember shit and I'm in charge of the scheduling, date keeping, meetings, appointments. Only I never call him boss. ;)
4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?
a. Me! I like to go for what I want. Pretty much this, but I like to be surprised sometimes.
b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.
c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.No. Just....no. I can't even relate. How sad this approach must be, not to mention boring for their partner.
d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it. Sometimes I do this. I go "fishing" every now and then to test his awareness. I might be a sure thing, but he's got to keep his gaming skills sharp.
5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards Nothin' wrong with vanilla. You can add all sorts of goodies to sweeten the deal. ;)
b. adventurous Like outdoors, in public, in the back of a speeding car, or dangling from a bungee cord? Then no. I need seclusion and privacy in order to focus if it's gonna be good. I can't handle too many distractions.
c. kinky Yes. Absolutely yes. But not all the time. Most often there's a sense of power play and orgasm control (he voluntarily keeps that up) but not all the time. We are admittedly sometimes just plain old vanilla, I'm afraid to say, but never boring. ;)
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure. –Mae West There are a few things even I won't try, but I completely believe in trying twice just in case.
6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear? Seduction starts way before things heat up, so it's not so much what I whisper in his ear as what I do before my lips get anywhere near him. I know his triggers and things he appreciates so if I'm in full on seduction mode you can be sure my hair is long and loose, my feet are bare and toes are polished, bra is long forgotten and I'm wearing some of his favorite undies. Then I act casual and let him come to me. He knows the game. No words necessary.
Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway? I'm not very particular. Anywhere we can be secluded away from real life. Water must be included though either in form of lake, pool, hot tub, or large shower. We rented a cabin 2 years ago for the July 4th holiday just the two of us and had the best time sleeping in, cooking together, relaxing, hiking, and having lots and lots of noisy sex. And last year on Valentine's we "escaped" all of 10 minutes away to a hotel and shacked up for the night spending a good portion of the evening in the jacuzzi and another good portion doing.....other wet and slippery things. Good times.
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Sharing is caring
I casually mentioned in my last post that my husband and I had a conversation around the concept of "sharing". By the request of a commenter, I've decided to explain the how and why this talk happened. Plainly speaking, I wanted to know how Od felt about monogamy. We hadn't clearly defined our rules. Ever. Like so many things with us, monogamy has been an unspoken understanding.
Something I've learned from years of reading blogs, listening to pod casts, and having discussions with other people is that "cheating" is a relative term. Like most people who set out to be married for a long time I just assumed that my marriage partner would be my only partner. So far, so good. Uh...sort of.
There was that one little time when I kinda almost cheated. But we're way past that now. Od knows about it because in a soul baring conversation I told him all about it. He understood and even went so far as to apologize for leaving me unhappy for so long. We healed. But now that we're healed, are our rules the same as they were before we started exploring our sexuality? I assumed our unspoken agreement was still in effect. There's a good reason for that saying they have about assumptions.
I think. I think a lot. My thoughts jump from topic to topic inside my head as I go about my business. One night back in January I had the idea of "sharing" on my mind. Can't recall why, but it was there. Most likely I was mulling over a setback in our relationship and wondering when things would settle, or if they would settle, and exactly what that meant. After trying so many new things for the last year it's apparent that some ideas aren't sticking and I'm having a hard time coming to terms with that fact. What I mean to say is that my husband is not as submissive as I'd like him to be but I still find myself desiring an outlet for my dominant needs. So here I am washing dishes while Od is at the kitchen table on his laptop. Inside my head I'm questioning the possibility of getting what I want, while knowing it most likely won't be from him. All sorts of what if scenarios run through my head. None of them match up with my wedding vows and this unspoken understanding we have about monogamy. Suddenly I have a need to know, in his own words, how highly he values the concept. So I ask.
"How do you feel about sharing?"
Confused look. "About sharing what?"
"Each other."
Confused look continues. "What do you mean? Explain it to me."
"With other people. In regards to monogamy."
"Oh. Well. Hmm." Long pause with his eyes searching the ceiling. "I can think of a handful of situations where that might happen."
It's my turn to look confused, because I expected to drop the question on him and give him the required week or two he needs to come back with a reply. "Really?!? You've thought about that? In what ways?"
And then he goes on to describe 4 different ways in which that might be possible. All of them incorporate a third party to the mix, and I can't help but be excited that he seems to understand my wishes. All 4 scenarios include another man. As surprised as I was that he had a ready made response, I couldn't help but acknowledge that my ideas were just a little different than his. Do I share them? Do I drop it for now, happy with the fact that he's not opposed? I go for it.
"Okay. I like those ideas. What about something different?"
"Different how, like swapping?"
"No, not really. Different as in...a situation where you might not be directly involved. Sort of.....*deep breath*...sortoflikeahallpass."
"Like a hall pass?"
"Yes. A hall pass."
He thinks. Thinks some more. I hold my breath as my eyebrows climb my forehead.
More thinking. More breath holding. I try not to do that nervous laughing/smiling thing I do.
Finally he answers. "I guess so. It really depends."
I know where his mind is leading him. "You mean the who, the where, being safe and smart, and all that?"
"Yes." He seems relieved that for a change that I'm not rolling my eyes at his need for safety rules.
"Okay, I get that. So you're not saying no?" I ask him incredulously.
"No. I'm not."
I smile at him and shake my head in wonder, knowing that I've used my limit of pushing boundaries this evening. Pleasantly surprised and content with our conversation I kiss him and tell him I love him.
It seems we have a new understanding.
Something I've learned from years of reading blogs, listening to pod casts, and having discussions with other people is that "cheating" is a relative term. Like most people who set out to be married for a long time I just assumed that my marriage partner would be my only partner. So far, so good. Uh...sort of.
There was that one little time when I kinda almost cheated. But we're way past that now. Od knows about it because in a soul baring conversation I told him all about it. He understood and even went so far as to apologize for leaving me unhappy for so long. We healed. But now that we're healed, are our rules the same as they were before we started exploring our sexuality? I assumed our unspoken agreement was still in effect. There's a good reason for that saying they have about assumptions.
I think. I think a lot. My thoughts jump from topic to topic inside my head as I go about my business. One night back in January I had the idea of "sharing" on my mind. Can't recall why, but it was there. Most likely I was mulling over a setback in our relationship and wondering when things would settle, or if they would settle, and exactly what that meant. After trying so many new things for the last year it's apparent that some ideas aren't sticking and I'm having a hard time coming to terms with that fact. What I mean to say is that my husband is not as submissive as I'd like him to be but I still find myself desiring an outlet for my dominant needs. So here I am washing dishes while Od is at the kitchen table on his laptop. Inside my head I'm questioning the possibility of getting what I want, while knowing it most likely won't be from him. All sorts of what if scenarios run through my head. None of them match up with my wedding vows and this unspoken understanding we have about monogamy. Suddenly I have a need to know, in his own words, how highly he values the concept. So I ask.
"How do you feel about sharing?"
Confused look. "About sharing what?"
"Each other."
Confused look continues. "What do you mean? Explain it to me."
"With other people. In regards to monogamy."
"Oh. Well. Hmm." Long pause with his eyes searching the ceiling. "I can think of a handful of situations where that might happen."
It's my turn to look confused, because I expected to drop the question on him and give him the required week or two he needs to come back with a reply. "Really?!? You've thought about that? In what ways?"
And then he goes on to describe 4 different ways in which that might be possible. All of them incorporate a third party to the mix, and I can't help but be excited that he seems to understand my wishes. All 4 scenarios include another man. As surprised as I was that he had a ready made response, I couldn't help but acknowledge that my ideas were just a little different than his. Do I share them? Do I drop it for now, happy with the fact that he's not opposed? I go for it.
"Okay. I like those ideas. What about something different?"
"Different how, like swapping?"
"No, not really. Different as in...a situation where you might not be directly involved. Sort of.....*deep breath*...sortoflikeahallpass."
"Like a hall pass?"
"Yes. A hall pass."
He thinks. Thinks some more. I hold my breath as my eyebrows climb my forehead.
More thinking. More breath holding. I try not to do that nervous laughing/smiling thing I do.
Finally he answers. "I guess so. It really depends."
I know where his mind is leading him. "You mean the who, the where, being safe and smart, and all that?"
"Yes." He seems relieved that for a change that I'm not rolling my eyes at his need for safety rules.
"Okay, I get that. So you're not saying no?" I ask him incredulously.
"No. I'm not."
I smile at him and shake my head in wonder, knowing that I've used my limit of pushing boundaries this evening. Pleasantly surprised and content with our conversation I kiss him and tell him I love him.
It seems we have a new understanding.
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