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.
“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…”
“Oh, hush, Stella!”
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.
“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.
A male friend sitting next to me at the show read the text over my shoulder and huffed. “Well, I guess I can’t compete with your husband, now can I? I mean, just look at me. I’m skinny with a pot belly and your husband is gorgeous. And I’m a straight dude.” He paused a moment to take a swig of his drink. “Your husband is hot!”
I’ve lost count of the days without sex. Was last night day 10 or 11? My focus seems to have shifted from quantity to quality, from shear connection to deep intimacy. We didn’t make love because my husband set me up. He recommended we watch a movie which always puts him to sleep, and by the time the movie ended, he was snoring like a baby, and I was energized from the story. Total opposites, we are, but it works somehow.
He woke me up this morning tonguing my pussy. As much as I wanted to tell him no, I couldn’t. He has me in the palm of his hand, sexually that is, and I will do whatever he wants.
I fingered myself as I waited for him to come to bed. My nails are longer than usual which made the penetration a bit uncomfortable. Like a bull in a China shop, rigid nails feel out of place in my squishy pussy. I realized then that I generally keep them short so as to not […]
He was on top of me and my knees were pushed into my underarms. The room was bright and the bed was cozy cozy cozy. My pussy felt warm and inviting despite the lack of four play. She knows her job and does it well. I didn’t want to get up this morning at all. […]
Relax. Sit down. There’s no race to win. Stop being the rule maker. Stop telling everyone what to do. Enjoy yourself. Smile. Laugh. Play music. Cut up. Life is too short to live it any other way.
That’s what I had on repeat in my mind last night as I awaited my husband’s return from work. He did let me know he was playing on his new toy, that small boat, taking it over to a friend’s house and might be an hour or so late.
We watched two videos last night. Both were sent by a dear friend who suddenly began to enjoy squirting orgasms in her 40s. Both videos were on achieving the vaginal orgasm.
My intention was for us to make love afterwards with a few more pussy tricks in mind, but that’s not what happened, folks. A knock down drag out emotional argument ensued instead complete with crying, frustration, passive aggression and stonewalling.
“Wanna go on a boat ride in an hour?” the text read.
“Yes!” my was response.
My husband launched a little 10′ boat into the water from our RV resort property. It was rudimentary and striped down which meant I used a life vest for a seat and stayed thoughtful about balance when either of us moved positions. But it was fun!
