Last night I dreamt I was kissing this attractive well built young guy. I’m sounding like a real MILF when I refer to someone in their mid twenties as young. He began rubbing me and eventually I succumbed to his advances. Other than him being well endowed, I do not remember too much about our physical action, but I do know I was disappointed that we did not meet up again.
My sister and I had been talking about sexual choices we made when we were younger that night and I am not proud to admit how I used my body, or rather let my body be used for ulterior reasons, mostly for attention and feeling included. Who knew not being popular in middle school could have so many ramifications later on in life?
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I tried telling my 91 year old grandma last night how I enjoy flirting and I think she completely misunderstood what I was saying.
I know I’ve got it great on many levels and I am smart enough not to jeopardize it.
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One of the fun things about flirting is the anticipation or tease of what could possibly come next. That excitement where your mind fills in all of the blanks of what you do not know about the other and the possibility of more is more appealing than the actual act. So naturally, I love to flirt.
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Unlike my last pregnancy, my hormones have not made me horny, so my husband’s lack of sexual interest hasn’t bothered in me. In fact, it’s so welcomed that I had opted to stage my own personal experiment to see when he *would* initiate.
I was not counting the days as I really did not care that much but I was curious when…Perhaps my husband was distracted with the marathon, but he did let time slide. Was it before my brother’s wedding when he claimed he had a penis injury, something about chafing? That was in beginning of the month, but I am not terribly sure.
Bottom line, we did it this weekend when Pookie was napping. Afterwards, he said he missed he missed me. I was right here. I was right there. I was falling asleep next to him every night and waking up beside him each morning. All he had to do was make a move. I told him I am always beside him.
hmm. anyone? any thoughts? perspectives?
Filed under: Desires, Never Happen Again | Tags: anticipation sex, over rated sex, sleeping with friends boyfriend, trained sexual partner, training guy in bed
A friend of mine raved about her new boyfriend and just how talented he was in bed. Apparently when he was younger he canoodled with an older woman who trained him.
What a symbiotic relationship: she was able to mold this young energetic kid who was probably eager to please into her personal nymph and he got the guidance and direction that every teenage boy should have.
My friend broke up with him but they remained platonic friends even while she moved in with a new boyfriend and subsequently got engaged. (She then called off the wedding but was actually married last weekend to someone else, but I digress.) My friend did end up connecting me with her ex, the well trained alleged stud in the bed.
One joint led to another one night and I decided to test out the goods. What single lady doesn’t deserve a great fuck? So we meandered into the bedroom with my hopes (among other things) high. I do not know if my friend has had limited sex or I have had a lot or this guy pulled out all of the moves for her (which I doubt because what guy is not going to try his best to impress on the first go around? Readers: thoughts? ) or something, but he did not deliver. He came through, but as for mind-blowing-knock-my-socks-off-I-want-to-come-just-thinking-about-it sex, not so much.
We romped a few more times, each time hoping that some amazing move would emerge. While he did have one or two original (at the time) signature positions, it was certainly nothing amazing. As for the older woman who trained him, maybe she was once a nun.
The other night I had an awful dream. My husband’s secretary was not working out properly and the only way to get her to “drink the kool-aid” as he would say, was to sleep with her.
Flash backward several months when I had a similar dream. In order for him to be initiated at his current job, he had to sleep with an employee. We discussed this and there was really no choice. He told me the girl he had eyed and when it was all over he mentioned few details and told me how un-fun the whole experience was.
In my dream I asked his brother if this is what goes on at corporate America and i cannot remember his response.
After both unpleasant dreams I was in a bad mood. My therapist commented that the dream or nightmare rather was all about me and my feelings/ issues towards sex, completely independent of my husband. After all, he was a gentleman both times.
I told my husband about the second dream and he assured me I had nothing to worry about. I don’t know if it was related to the night, but the previous day he called to tell me how much he loves me.
In my dream he was using his sexuality to fulfill a goal, one related to his career. In my life, I am afraid of both using my sexuality and not being able to use my sexuality to get attention or…
I don’t hide that I am horny and I will occasionally tease my husband. When he claims a model made googly eyes at him, I tell him to pursue it. When he talks about moving to his hometown in rural America and he promises me horses, I tell him I just want a stable boy. These days he has been promising me two.
therapist says it is all about me and nothing about matt,
using sexuality to get what you want.
If I have another daughter, I’d like to call her Stacey so I can feel sexy every time I hear the song, Stacey’s Mom. This would probably humiliate my daughter and her friends are more likely to consider me a relic for naming my child after some song that occasionally finds its way on the oldies station.
I just want to feel hot and sexy.
Filed under: Desires, MiLF | Tags: dildos, Masturbate, sex toys, swak, vibrators
Following in the tradition of Tupperware and Mary Kay house parties/ sales events, SWAK enlists people to sell sex toys to friends. My friend who I just visited was one such salesperson.
She is about to move and brought out a huge plastic bin filled with dildos, vibrators, creams, lotions, candles, whips, cuffs, games and more. At first, I thought it was her personal collection. The thought of sharing her vibrator was not exactly a turn on for me (but i am sure for some of you it would be)
I left with a whip/ feather combo, a pair of restraints and playing cards that I already slipped into every one of my husband’s suit pockets. Let’s see if he notices.
I will write about my first vibrator on another post, and how I helped one friend overcome her issues and learn to masturbate.
One of the most satisfying sexual relationships I ever had was with someone with whom I had very little in common. He was a high school drop out who revealed over time his lack of education and maturity, his racist and prejudice upbringing and blatant immaturity. Despite all of these shortcomings, what would have been deal-breakers for so many other men, we had an amazing physical relationship.
We could fight and yell and insult each other and five minutes later be under the covers, on top of the covers, twisted in the covers. No matter what, we managed to do it practically every time we saw each other.
I decided to take this relentless approach and apply it to my own less than fulfilling situation. The result has been satisfying.
Last night my husband blatantly said NO. He was stressed about work. I crouched down at his waist and told him he could turn the television on if he wanted. I knew his mind was preoccupied, but if I could distract him for a few minutes and he just had to enjoy it, why not? Afterwards, he agreed.
Time will tell how this new approach will pan out. Who knows, I might even become satiated.
