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I’m a little buzzed, so excuse my selfish, pointless post. It’s friday night. Friday is always our fuck night. Always. M and I put the kids to bed. We light the fireplace. We have a few drinks. We fuck like bunnies. We haven’t had sex for days. First I was ragging it (sorry for the TMI, blame the Captain Morgan on that one). Second, blogging has changed my “bed time,” keeping me up later than normal. But we have had SO much sexual tension the last few days. We were so going to do it last night, but M was very tired and asked if we could wait until today. We have secret kisses, quite touches, sneaky ass slaps. Sexy texts back and forth:
(yesterday) ME: Hey love M: Hi ME: I’m horny
M: Good. I like it when ur horny. ME: Do you think you could help me out with that?
M: I think so. ME: What?!? U only think so? M: Oh, I know so!
ME: Good! I can’t wait!
(today) ME: Hi M: Hello and good morning sexy lover. It’s mother fuckin friday. Sorry 4 not fuckin’ last
night. I promise tonite. ME: Good! I can’t wait… don’t know what ur plans r, but I found an article
about a 30 minute orgasm… M: We sure can try!
So, all day I think of M and his hard cock and orgasms and head and squirting. ALL DAY! I come home from work. We kiss and touch every chance we get. After dinner, M falls asleep on the couch (which is a normal occurrence as he gets up before 5 am). The kids are loud, so I suggest he go to bed and take his nap there. He does. I clean up the supper dishes. I put the kids to bed. I pick up all the toys. I go back to the bedroom, and ask if he is going to get up. He mumbles a response. I take that as a positive.
So… I go to the store. I buy firewood. I go to a different store. I buy thigh-highs to go with the new sexy outfit that arrived in the mail this week. It’s vinyl. Bra, thong, garter skirt with the ass open and sexy little buckles. It came with a nice little leather paddle. I get home, wet with excitement. I make a drink. I go back to the bedroom. I crawl into bed. I lean over him. Whispering into his ear.
M won’t wake up.
So, now, here I sit. Drinking alone with a computer on my lap. In sweat pants instead of lingerie. Writing on my blog instead of cumming in my bed. Still wet, but now I will have to settle for my hand instead of his cock. My fingers instead of his tongue…
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What a waste, hope he’s rested and available to take care of you soon
Me too! Tomorrow my crush is coming to town… and we have a party to go to (both her and I and M). I know I’ll get laid, but not with the time and focus I was hoping for tongiht. I seem to have a bad habit of playing things out in my mind before they happen. When they don’t meet up to my expectations, I become disappointed.
Anyway… Thanks for reading! And for sympathizing… It lets me know that I’m not crazy!
Oh, that SUCKS. I’m sorry!! But, in retaliation, you should give him a little extra attention when he wakes up… maybe a good morning blowjob or something… then stop, and sweetly suggest that he’ll see much more that night.
Maybe that’s the booze talking.
Ha! I love it Bimodal. Maybe because there seems to be a lot of booze in my world right now…
I very well may take your advice. But I’ll fuck him in the morning. I have no self control when it comes to sex. To him. I want him. All the time. So, I very well may suck his cock in the morning. But I won’t stop there. But I do have the advantage that my crush is coming to visit tomorrow (god, I hope she’s not reading this!). He’ll be extra excited, because I’ve been teasing him about her… He knows how I feel. Knows what I want…
I feel your pain. But at least it gives you some reference point for when you hand out the advice to those of us who rarely get any action
Hope you get a good stuffing tonight!
Touche. I deserved that one!
And I guess I should apololgize for my drunken, selfish rant. And M did wake up, about half way through me taking care of myself, around 2 am. And he did give me “a good stuffing.” I hope to be expecting another tonight!
I don’t know how you do it AM. I’d go crazy. A week’s my max. I can’t (won’t) go much longer than that with it sex…
Since I’m new to your blog, fill me in: Is M your husband/lover/gay boyfriend/bi-curious neighbor/transgender roomate/FWB/or all of the above??
M is my husband (married 7 years this May). I call him “Lover” most of the time.
I know all about sweat pants and the computer! Glad things got taken care of later.
Me too! I was drunk by that point, but… at least it worked out.
I’m sorry … I hope this morning was better.
P.S. as a total aside, why must we apologize when we mention we are on our period. It just occurred to me that it has become a social norm, but we’ve done nothing wrong. Oh God, I feel a post coming on!
Isn’t it awesome when they (the posts not periods) just sneak up on you like that. I’ve started carrying around a journal, so I don’t forget them!
My best female friend complains about her fella’s low libido. I’ve never understood it because my libido is so high, I’ve never turned down sex for being tired or because I am not in the mood.
I am starting to think that there’s always one person in a R/S that wants more sex than they’re getting. And it’s not always the Man.
You’re right, Loki, it isn’t always the man. M and I are on slightly different schedules, which screws with our “bedtime.” Most of the time things work out, but sometimes (like Friday) they don’t. But I would probably agree with you that one person typically wants more sex. In our relationship, it is me. I think it’s always been me.
Aw suck! That’s the worst. It sounds like he was all for it until sleep over came him. I hope he made up for it this weekend.
He did.
Is that really your vagina on the picture above?
Ha! No. There are no pictures of me in this blog.
I’m a professional in my community. In people’s homes. I work with both adults, adolescents, and children. I’ve got to stay on the down-low.
But thank you!