“You know, babe, we didn’t fuck in the dressing room on Tuesday because it just didn’t feel right,” my husband said last night in bed. It was late, maybe close to 11pm and he was laying on his chest while I rubbed his back. Lovingly I scratched his skin with my long nails and listened […]
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Deep, Deep, Deep Asleep
My manager. That’s how my husband felt last night. I was emceeing a super swanky red carpet awards show and my husband escorted me around making sure I looked my best and had the space to do my thing. He also carried around my talking points and ear plugs. It was his first time in […]
Most Beautiful Woman in the World
The dress is navy blue with gold paisley overlay in the bodice and big fancy ruffles on the bottom. It appears as if I’m walking on air when I glide through the room. “I think I’ll start the night in this one,” I said turning to me husband for approval. My skin was tan, and […]
Like a Lucid Dream
The kissing was so passionate, like we connected lip to lip and fireworks went off all around us. It was sweet and succulent as I nibbled ever so delicately on him breathing enchantingly and delivering myself fully to the moment.
Last night was the night of breasts. I pushed my buxom chest against his as we locked mouths and felt his fingers run down my back. Eventually they found my nipples and stayed there for awhile squeezing and rubbing gently. Warm erotic feelings pulsed through my body and out my mouth as my tongue made love to his.
Loud and Clear
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. […]
My Bustling Cackle
We laid in bed last night connecting. I told my husband my big dreams again, this time clearer than ever before. “I want to have a late night talk show with lots of laughs and drama and glam and fun,” I beamed looking up at the ceiling fan in our dimly lit room. “It’ll be a weekly show, well written by strong yet fiercely feminine women and distributed on Netflix or Hulu or something like that. Our audience will be professional women who are seeking more joy in life.”
He might have fallen asleep somewhere between women and joy, but my bustling cackle of a laugh stirred him back to our room and into the conversation. “Oh yeah?” his automatic reply, “Sounds like you’re getting ready to leave me!”
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.
Back to Fab
My husband was on his back when I joined him in bed last night. We talked like lovers do about our day, what we loved about dinner, and the sex we had the night before.
“Your face was buried in my pussy, sweetheart. It was terrific! I wrote all about it on my blog,” I said rubbing his chest up and down taking into account the length of the generally long hairs that cover his body. They are shorter now. He must have done a quick shave.
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.