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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.

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…”

“Oh, hush, Stella!”

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.

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!”

Greatest of All Blessings

It’s the opposite of lust around here and it feels a lot like real love with a splash of intermittent fear. The fear comes from worrying about the lack of desire both from myself and my husband.

We laid in bed last night and kissed. I rubbed his back and chest and we laughed about him being a “fat cat” despite his slender build. Like the cartoon Garfield, my husband was completely satisfied and ready for a nap! After a few moments, though, I could tell he felt the silent pressure.

A Good Hard Sleep

“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 […]