365 days of sex – Page 4

Loving Through Pain

So I tried, Dear Reader, to rouse my husband from his pain induced coma last night, but to no avail. It’s not that he was that loopy or uninterested even, but rather that I felt uncomfortable with the situation and truly wasn’t that horny! We’re now up to a total of missed sex 6 days in our 2019 daily sex challenge.

He got out of bed in the evening to eat some dinner and hang upside down on his inversion table which helped take pressure off his back. I could see some relief in his labored walk. My husband also raided the sweet cabinet like a junk food junky needing a sugar fix. I think he ate an entire pint of ice cream, a handful of chocolate bars, and some Oreos. It was definitely not on his back pain diet, but at least he seemed to be coming out of his deep tension cocoon from hell.

A Spoiled Girl Like Me

I tinkered on yesterday’s blog post for more than 6 hours, and it left me feeling so high and steamy and sitting in pussy juice, and counting down the minutes until my husband would resurface at our home.

But when he did, I realized he and I weren’t on the same page anymore. He’d spent the day stressing about various work projects, shuffling between meetings and trips to buy material, and I spent my day thinking and writing about sex.

Fuck the Cookie

I’m not going to lie. I did not want to do my job last night, not one bit! And my job wasn’t as easy as simply opening my legs like it normally is. My job was to give my husband a mind-blowing, cum-extracting blow job. It’s his payment for bi-monthly spray tans he gives me, […]

Greeting the Day with It

My husband has got to be one of the sexiest men in the world. I think his masculinity is what does it. He’s rough and tumble with a hint of class. He’s always on a mission, making calls, building things, directing logistics, and buying materials. That’s what I saw out of the window Saturday morning.

I was sipping coffee and enjoying the fact that I’d slept in. My body was refreshed and soft like I’d been kissed by the youth fairies and could take my time starting the day. My husband was already in his weekend work attire of blue jeans, work boots, and a blue Hawaii t-shirt. I heard him through the glass tell his son something like, “When I move the truck, you need to watch this latch to make sure it doesn’t slip” and “I’ll meet you at the work site in 10.”

Trading the Old for the New

We made love for a solid hour last night. It was slow and meaningful the way unrushed kisses make you vulnerable, and he pried into my world, my inner most protection and shame through it. Sex last night was a trip down memory lane.

I think it was the whiskey that did it. My husband isn’t generally that gentle and prodding. We started with me on top talking about our wild sex from the day before. Two orgasms that day lessened my desire yesterday which factored in to the slowness of our pace.

The Treats in His Dream

He came home like a serpent yesterday afternoon, slithering in with a smile and a secret purpose. His arms tucked around me as he listened to the kids’ stories from school. He was alert and in the moment.

Something about his demeanor screamed we were about to be fuckin’, although I’m not sure exactly what it was. He kissed me sweetly and gently caressed my hand pulling me ever so slightly towards our bedroom, the goddess palace. I caved and walked with him.

Then the door locked behind me.

Like a Downtown Parade

He ate me out for an hour at least, licking my clit and fingering my pussy. I liked the short strokes pressing on the back side of my clit. My husband calls that the little dick guy. I don’t know exactly which of his fingers he was using, but it felt kinda like a thumb. […]

Like Two Best Friends

We’ve hit the wall, folks, the wall of overflowing satisfaction. Sex everyday is sucking our souls, in both a good and bad ways. After a nice dinner and chatting like best friends at the future RV resort property over wine and between sweet validations of our continued appreciation for one another, we descended into bed […]

In Her Pearls

Our alarm went off and we assumed the puzzle piece position of our love. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Stella, my queen, my whore, my lover. I’m so in love with you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day my king. I love you so much too.”

I ordered my own red, pink and white roses, and planned to make tacos for dinner. I hope he doesn’t buy chocolate hearts and dorky cards. He should know at this point I’m picky and only eat a few types of dark chocolate.

That Red Sweater

You know sometimes you just next to stay home, watch Netflix, and drink wine and let your usual yoga class slip by unattended. That was my night last night except that I also cooked dinner in my new InstaPot, red beans and rice with grass fed turkey sausage. It took a few glasses of wine before I could figure out how to use the darn thing without hurting myself.

While it heated up, I whipped up some mashed cauliflower with real mozzarella cheese. My husband loves that stuff but I accidentally ate it all between sips of my pinot. Oops. Not sure eating an entire head of cauliflower is healthy however you want to spin it. I believe that everything is good in moderation, which also means that everything is bad if taken to the extreme.