Stella Stories – The Real Sex Life of a Starlet Wife

I am Stella Monroe

I’ve decided that I’m not going to write on this blog everyday anymore. My husband and I are continuing our daily pleasure and our commitment to making love everyday in 2019. Our relationship has improved since the first of January. We’re talking more, we’re planning together, and I feel 100% supported in my new venture to live my life’s purpose.

As far as sex goes, I’ve learned to let him take over and lead my pleasure during sex which is both a hassle and totally worth it when the timing does line up.

After a Good Workout

“I’d love to make love to you today, but I just don’t have it in me,” my husband said last night. We were cozy in bed and talking ourselves to sleep. “There’s just so much that goes into now. It takes hours…”

I chimed in, “Yep, you gotta break out the champagne, and the romance, and the bubble bath, and the hours of massage, and some strawberries with some chocolate.”

“And strawberries are all out of season right now,” he added to the humor.

Power of Original Sin

It must have been the chilly weather outside or maybe the smaller numbers on the scale. I’ve lost a few pounds recently, so I snapped a sexy picture of myself yesterday morning in the mirror and sent it to my husband. It was my bare breasts and some cute pink panties and a naughty look on my face. He responded immediately.

“Headed home now,” his text read.

My Husband, My King

He held my body so tight last night, both of his hands wrapped around cupping the opposite breast, his tender breath on my neck, his hard dick on my butt, and his love engulfing me with the sweetest presence and intensity.

There was so much desire between us. I felt the surge when I tossed my head back and our lips met in one delicate kiss. He squeezed my bosom even tighter.

Delicious Wonderful Soulful Sex

“Let’s cuddle and go to sleep,” my husband said nestled like a little boy in my bosom. His face rested on my breast and his tongue could reach one nipple which he lapped at happily. His legs intertwined with mine and his hands held my butt firmly. The position was the opposite of our usual puzzle piece spoon but equally comfortable.

“Cuddle and go to sleep?” I was genuinely surprised. “What would your 25-yr-old self think of you now? Curled up with a sexy lady and desiring sleep…”

Heaven and Above

After yesterday’s love making, I felt a shift in myself like a veil had lifted and a new Stella was born.

I let go completely to the notion that I needed to force anything in the bedroom including my own orgasms. My husband relieved me from the duties, and I gladly accepted his offer.

“We should have done this a long time ago, sweetie,” he said to me in bed last night. It was late, maybe 10:30pm and we each laid on our pillows facing the other. It was an intimate moment as we shared deeper thoughts about the day’s activities.

Somewhere on Cloud Nine

I’m so glad I’ve let this situation just be what it is instead of trying to fix it. In fact, I’m going to pat myself on the back for the patience.

Last night was another disappointment in the bedroom. We had time all last night to make love but my husband choose to spend it elsewhere crumbling into bed at 10pm tired and closed off. He did accomplish intercourse by the definition of the word although it was short-lived and awkward. Literally I coughed him out of me and fell asleep. Promise, it wasn’t sabotage but quite literally an ill-timed feather in my throat! And it took all of the strength I had to not criticize him for the lack of energy and lecture him again on my needs.

Soiled Rag on the Floor

Day 15 was yesterday. I don’t know what else to say. My husband seems to want to have sex yet doesn’t seem to want to be sexy with me. The idea of helping me “get in the mood” annoys him right now. This no clit lent has turned our sex world upside down for sure and I don’t know when and where it’s going to end.

We cuddled last night and then again this morning. He touched all over my body before the alarm sounded and waited in bed for me to drop the kids off at school. I was surprised to find him watching our home made porn on his phone when I got back home.

Could Have Been Prevented

To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement. The habit of disengaging for the entire weekend was the reason my husband and I started the 365 day sex challenge. I needed more connection, more life together, and we couldn’t figure out how to accomplish it without trying to force a round beg into a square hole.

But my husband seems to have let our challenge go completely. I let the checklist go last week when he called me “the rule maker” assuming he’d pick up the torch where I left it. So far, he hasn’t. I guess jacking himself off is quick and easy and it’s better than making love to a woman who requires too much energy and takes too long to please, if she’s even pleased at all.

Doubt-Filled Farce

“Hey, My Love, can you bring me my ear plugs?” I texted my husband late last night from a downtown drag show. I’d gone with a couple of friends and was incredulous at how loud the concert hall actually was.

“Come get them and let’s fuck,” was his reply.