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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.

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.

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.

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.

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!”

Depend Solely on Me

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.

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. […]

Like This Forever

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.