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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.

A Funny Week

We attempted to make love twice yesterday. By attempted I mean that he physical “stuck it in” but sex didn’t last more than maybe 10 seconds before it ended in a mutual standoff.

The first time was in the morning. I walked into the bedroom to throw my clothes on, yet detoured to the bed for a quick cuddle with my husband. He misread my body language and went right for the good stuff before I could communicate my needs. I needed to leave in three minutes and his desire seemed half-hearted at best.

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.

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.

All of My Orgasms Delayed

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 […]

The Lush, Green, Dense Forest

“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!

Something Better Down the Road

My husband returned home from a full day out at the property. He’d been on the tractor all day smoothing dirt and getting ready for more to arrive. When he came in, we chatted as he bathed. Our conversation was a bit uncomfortable and lacked its usual flow like neither of us were interested or perhaps crazy about what the other was saying. I understood him at least, yet I questioned whether he understood me.

Sensing the dissonance, I hopped off the counter and went back to the living room to read giving him the space to both finish his bath and decide to join me. I waited 10 minutes, then 20. At some point I did see him walk by the open bedroom door which meant he did know where I was.

Heavenly Redemption

The veil of sadness has lifted and the sails of happy are back at full mast. Now that the blood of life is seeping out of my body releasing toxic energy in her wake, the world is bright once more.

After dinner last night a realization about pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks. I was cooking our food, fully enjoying the moment, dancing to the music and tasting the dishes as they simmered. All of the boys were at martial arts class, including my husband, and I looked forward to their return so we could all eat and I could hear all about it. As soon as they came through the door, though, my mood shifted and I instantly felt annoyed.

A Well-Fucked Woman

We missed our sex yesterday. Fuck, that makes 7 times in 2019. I don’t like starting a month from behind already. But we missed because he fell asleep and was nearly impossible to stir to life. Believe me, I took off his pants and tried. It’s a funny thing about a fat cat. My husband […]

Juicy Loosy Whore

Yesterday I did research.

Am I the only woman who thinks my clit is evil? Surely other ladies have come to this conclusion too. And surely those ladies (or gentlemen) will have some wisdom to share. But how exactly do you ask Google for this information? I tried a variety of options.

Stop touching clit. Minimize clit stimulation. Clit is bad.

Hell if I know how the people in this new community refer to their well hidden discovery! Perhaps there’s some popular hashtag only those in the know know to use? This is all new to me.