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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.

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.

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.

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 […]