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Break!!!

Raise your hand if you are on a complete break until after the New Year!!! That's right...I'm done with school, and not starting work again until after New Year's, which gives me roughly two weeks to do nothing at all!!! Of course, those two weeks are filled with Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, a visit from sister #1's boyfriend and then a visit from sister #2...oh, and Christmas itself...so maybe "break" is the wrong word...

After her boyfriend leaves, and before she leaves for the Carribean for her annual winter getaway (really, she has a tough life, eh?) she is getting a super-awesome Christmas present from her pretend sisters. I won't give away the secret, but it is something she has desperately wanted for a while, and which will easily qualify as "best Christmas present ever". If you can't figure it out from that...

Totally random change of subject...I was out with a couple of friends the other night, both of whom have little kids, a couple months older than mine. They were both, in very different ways, lamenting the lack of/boringess/disinterested state of their sex lives. And both agreed that it didn't actually happen right after the babies were born. Things were still pretty good until closer to a year before it started to suffer.

I didn't really have an awful lot to offer...clearly, my sex life is less interesting than it was a couple of years ago...but I don't really have many complaints (The Boy just loves when I write this stuff! His sister even more so:-) Hi guys!). It is still healthy and spontaneous and he still makes me feel very desireable often:-)

So, I guess I am looking for input from others, either who are in that same stage, or remember it from some time ago. More specifically, friend #1 was complaining because she just never doesn't have much sex anymore, and friend #2 was complaining because she is suddenly very self-conscious that the sex is really boring and that neither she nor her husband still finds it even the least bit interesting. The rest of the details are not that important.

Thoughts? You can email them if you want to keep them private...

Things that make me laugh for days

A couple of friends were down at the beach this weekend visiting...one of whom just broke up with a guy that she started dating at the beginning of the summer. While it was a little surprising (they seemed like they should have been a really good fit) it hardly qualifies as a tragedy.

So, we had a good-natured discussion (over cocktails, of course) about what went wrong. She ticked off his various flaws...finally getting to the real crux of the issue. "The sex was crappy, too. It wasn't in the beginning, but then he got really lazy and it got to be a total chore for me. It turns out that his favorite thing was for me to blow him while he read my Victoria's Secret catalogs. Seriously, it's like he wanted to have a kinky sex life, but he was too lazy and he was too much of a pussy to even buy any actual porn."

JT ain't got nothing on me

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like the record to show that, after almost four months of fits and starts and not feeling totally myself...

I am pretty sure that I have all of my sexy back:-)

Pretty happy about that.

What color, exactly, is "Badd"?

Let's talk about sex! More specifically, let's talk about the complications of doing it with a giant extra part of your sticking out of where your stomach usually is, and all kinds of weird hormones floating around. I know I have at least three other pregnant readers, and a whole bunch of Moms, so I expect to get some feedback on this...

First, I have found my sex drive to be pretty much unaffected. I get tired more easily, so in that sense it has waned, but it hasn't gone away entirely, or gone raging off the charts, either. It seems to have been pretty much the same as it always was. I guess, maybe. I am a little surprised that I don't feel any less sexy...I had figured that I would feel bloated and gross and not quite like my little sexpot-self, but that hasn't been the case at all.

I think part of that is due to the weird, sort of foreign-ness of it all. While it is clearly my tummy, it sorta feels like it is not? I am not sure I can really explain it...but I definitely don't feel like "my stomach is huge" so much as "I have this weird stomach thing attached to me." I don't really feel much less sexy, at least not around The Boy, which has been a pleasant surprise.

There is one difference, though...I feel less slutty. Sometimes, and I am sure you can all relate, you just feel a little sluttier than usual. It may manifest itself in saying dirtier than normal things, or doing different things than you may normally do, or in more unusual locations...but there are just times that you feel like the inner porn star needs to get a little air time (I will spare you the details in this forum, but I can elaborate outside of this if you need some ideas:-P). There has definitely been a whole lot less of that, and I really think it is because of some psychological acknowledgment that I want to be more respectable in front of the kids:-P. They can't see or hear me, but they know...

Second, the logistics are getting difficult! I can't lay on my stomach, I am much less flexible, and I can't really lay on my back for too long, either:-). I have always orgasmed fastest and most often from being on top...and that has become kind of unworkable, as it gets a little tough to really get down to all of the really good grinding with a giant belly in the way:-) To counteract that, we have been making better and more use of some of the goodies in my closet...which I am totally OK with... I will come right out and say that I would be one miserable bitch these days if I didn't own a vibrator.

Third, there is at least one advantage to being pregnant...Boobs!!! My boobs are, by my standard, huge. In regular woman terms, that means that I actually have boobs, that they provide an actual filling-out of clothing, and that they carry with them some actual volume. This is a new phenomenon for me, and has been quite fun to get used to. Sure they will shrivel up and go away when this is all over, but I am enjoying them while I have them. They can really be quite useful:-)

In summary, it's been different, and there are some challenges, but I haven't found it to be a huge downer on my sex life...it is pretty easy to work around:-).

Anyone else?

The Last Day of the Most Recent Part of My Life

Much to catch up on today...starting with my special guest visitor:-). Tinkerbelle got in safely, and on tome...which is a minor miracle on a hot, humid summer evening. She seems to have grown substantially since I last saw her a couple months ago (they always do!), but at least I am still taller than her, and will be for at least another few years, I hope:-D

We dropped her stuff off at home and headed straight over to my work party, which was very nice:-) I was surprised that a handful of my co-workers spouses came as well...it means a lot to think that they feel like they will miss me, too. I think that we, as an office, probably see and interact with each other's spouses and kids more than most offices do. So, it was really nice that a handful of the guys' wives (and Boss Foxy's husband) came by to say good-bye.

The boys in the office also gave me a super-gorgeous Coach bag to make my studies oh-so-much easier. I have to admit that I am not really a huge handbag aficionado, but I am definitely a fan of this one. Kinda simple and basic and I likey very muchy (I can't get the link to the exact bag work, but it is on this page, about 2/3 of the way down on the right...the Addison Business Bag). And yes, I have reason to believe that none of the boys were responsible for picking that out...all signs point to one of their wives as the gift-picker in charge. Very generous of them, and I appreciate it a bunch:-).

Boss Foxy says that she has something for me, too, but didn't want to give it to me at the party. The mystery has me intrigued...

We stayed until about 10:00, which I figured was about as late as I should keep Tinkerbelle out after traveling all afternoon. As expected, she crashed when we got home, and fell sound asleep right away. The Boy and I didn't last a whole lot longer, although much of that was related to me suddenly being in a super slutty mood (a martini and a half is maybe to blame...). You can ask me in private exactly what that means if you are curious, but since his sister reads this, I will leave it to your imagination:-P.

And that brings us to today, which is my last day at work. I will definitely miss seeing everyone on a daily basis, and will miss being involved in all of the stuff that we do...but it feels more like going on a super long vacation than it does really leaving. I will still see them, and fully anticipate coming back here to work again. And obviously I will see Papa Bear and Big Sis all the time, and Boss Foxy and I are going to continue our regular lunches once I figure out how it will fit into my schedule. So, it won't be the same, but I also don't feel like I will totally lose touch with the folks here.

Besides, who can be sad when there is a whole week of Tinkerbelle ahead!!!

Old Movies and Dirty Thoughts

Has anyone ever seen "Whatever happened to baby Jane?" It's a black and white movie from 1962 starring Joan Crawford and Bette Davis (who, according to multiple sources, really did hate each other). It was on last night for some reason and I watched most of it. I had definitely heard of the title, and guess that I always kind of assumed it was kind of a sweet movie.

Not quite...it is actually really, really creepy! And there were a couple of scenes that would still be a little bit edgy today, and must have been very shocking in the early 1960's. It was really good, though, and Bette Davis is fabulously nuts:-) I should check Snarky's movie reviews and see if she has covered it:-D. Or, maybe she can start doing retro-Reviews:-)

Total and complete change of subject...I have had a lot of really outstanding sex lately. I think people go through phases and cycles, and there are times that you sort of get out of synch with each other. There are also times that it seems really hot, and everything seems sort of new and exciting again.

To be honest, I think consciously about this, and I usually make an effort to keep things interesting. And The Boy is sort of the same way...he definitely knows how to push my buttons, and I try and work his, too. For example, he was really run down when he got home the other night, tired from work and from some other shit, too. So I figured he would really appreciate a nice long back rub before bed. And just maybe I broke out the thigh highs and little plaid skirt to assist me in that effort:-).

But we are also just in a pretty good groove...dually peaking libidos, maybe? We just really seem to be on the same page all the time, which is a really good feeling:-). Not just that we seem to want it at the same times, but that we seem to want the same kinds at the same times...if I am in the mood for soft and sweet, he tends to be, too. And if I am in more of a hair-pulling, fingernails in the back mood...he seems to be as well.

It would be nice to be able to bottle this somehow and use it later...hee hee.

Um...that's all, I guess...

Long Weekend? How About a Nice Discussion of Human Sexuality?

Hope everyone is ready for the Holiday! I have to bake a pie later on...we will have to see how that goes;-) Short day for me, I think. Munchkin is out of school at 1:30, after their big Thanksgiving celebration, and my motherly intuition says that that makes a good time for me to knock off for the week. We can bake together all afternoon:-)

So, kind of a random subject, but I have a "Woman's Physiology" question today. This may fall into the category of TMI, and if it does, I apologize;-). But let's be honest...I have written much worse...

I had a super weird orgasm last night. There was nothing really unusual about the circumstances...we were in bed having regular old sex like we do just about every night before we go to sleep. But, for some reason, I had a really short, really acute orgasm that was totally different than my usual orgasms (and...I am...um...very orgasmic...so I am really familiar with them;-)). It didn't have the slow build that they usually do, but rather hit me like a ton of bricks really fast and really intensely.

The really noteworthy part was that the accompanying vaginal muscle contractions were like totally out of this world. Strong enough to cause The Boy to stop and say "whoa, what was that?!" (In a really good way...lol.) It was so strong that he thought I was doing something intentional...but it was all completely involuntary.

And I don't mean that this was just a normal orgasm that was a little more intense. I mean that it was a totally and completely different kind of orgasm than I ever have. Obviously, they are all a little different...some last longer or hit harder, but this one was like a whole different species.

I would sort of like to know what caused it, because I would kinda like to bring it back again...lol. But for the life of me I have no idea. I didn't do anything unusual yesterday, didn't eat anything weird or take any medication. It hadn't been longer than usual since we had sex last (um...actually it had only been like 16 hours...hee hee). And we weren't doing anything different than we usually do, either.

So...I am calling upon the deep medical knowledge of my readers...anyone have any thoughts on this or any experiences like this?

Weekend recap

I hope Monday isn't hitting you too hard today...it is always a cruel bitch...

Weekend was pretty nice:-). I had to go to a wake on Friday and a funeral Saturday for the father of one of The Boy's (not super close) friends, so that was kind of a bummer. The ceremony itself was actually sort of uplifting, which I thought was nice...I feel like that is how most people would actually want their funeral to go down.

So let's see what else...I stayed in with The Boy on Friday night because he was exhausted from a VERY long week. We took pickup and drop off duty for Munchkin and a couple of her friends that went to the movies, which all worked out well...they all live in the same general area, so it made for a good excuse to go out for a little walk. Yea, when I say "pickup", I really mean walking over to meet them and then walking them home...cars are so overrated;-).

Soccer on Saturday morning, which was as nice as it always is. Since this was hr first game (well, the first one in this league...she also plays for school) it was good to see some parents and kids that I hadn't seen since last year. And mostly, I just like to be up and out that early to enjoy the morning a bit. We ended up bringing breakfast over to Smoking Hot Roommate after the game...kinda like old times:-).

SHR and I went out with some friends on Saturday night, which got a little out of control. I drank too much and we all did a fine job making asses of ourselves and I didn't get home until super super late (maybe 4:00?). Munchkin slept at a friend's house and The Boy was out with his friends but long since passed out when I got home...so I missed out on my chance for some lovings...

That, however, is OK...because Sunday was Fantasy Football time!!! SHR and Munchkin took off to meet their league-mates to watch the games, leaving me and The Boy an entire afternoon alone...heaven! Also, the Patriots sucked, so he had even less interest in the game and more interest in doing dirty things to me...hee hee:-) I am a little sore today...

So, all in all, a really nice weekend. And now...back to that work thing...

Incidentally, tomorrow I am gonna write about the recent Treasury Department action. I am not sure I have a full opinion of it yet...other than to say that it has been vastly mis-reported thus far...calling it a "$700 billion bailout" is a little bit inflammatory and misleading...but more on that tomorrow.

A day in the life

I went to bed alone, but knowing you would follow. You said you had some work to finish and wanted to watch the rest of the game before you turned it. I promised to warm the bed up and leave ample room and kissed you good night. I am not sure if I was asleep when you came to bed, I think I was, but just barely.

Your chest was cool against my bare back. Your arm was strong and snug and I grabbed hold of it and held it to my chest. You kissed my neck and pressed against me and I hummed with approval. Your hands were soft but your touch is firm against my stomach and chest and between my legs. Another purr, this one more mischievous, escaped my lips in consent.

This would have been easier if I had been totally naked, but it took you no time at all to remedy that. You hands lingered over my smooth legs after removing my only shred of clothing, and a shiver ran straight up my spine. Mmm.

And then you were inside of me and your warm breathing quickened on my neck. It was slow, and meaningful and it felt good. I rolled onto my stomach and you were on top of me, your hand finding its way down my stomach and between my legs and setting off an explosion of tingling and shaking in a wave of orgasm. You stayed motionless while I finished, your muscles flexed as you held yourself above me and I pressed up and against you, and then collapsed, heaving and breathy.

After a moment, the strokes started, slow and deliberate. I always sense that you are worried you will hurt me in this position. But you won't, and I reminded you of that with a subtle lift and some well-chosen words. And then the quickening breath...and the tensed muscles, and the last heavy lunge...and you quivered and I could feel you coming inside of me. Held momentarily, your breath escaped in one large gasp and you fell, exhausted next to me on the bed, searching for breath.

Looking up from your back, you told me you loved me and I rolled over, curling up in the crook of your shoulder and arm, pressed against your chest. I love you, too. And then I was asleep again, falling quickly and comfortable into darkness. You smelled good, and your heartbeat is now the comforting sound of home. I think I dreamed about you, but I am not sure the dreams were much better than reality.

When I awoke, you were already gone from the bed. Pulling on some clothes, I emerged from the bedroom to find the two of you in the kitchen. She was sitting on the stool at the breakfast bar with a bowl of Cheerios and the newspaper. She doesn't really "read" the paper so much as she scans the headlines and gets the score of the Cubs game. But she likes to have it open while she eats breakfast. I don't know what you were talking about...could have been sports, or politics, or TV or school or really anything. It doesn't matter...but you were both laughing and smiling. And I smiled, too. Good morning. You look handsome in that suit. More than usual:-)

And this, I thought, just may be as good as it gets. And I am totally OK with that.

I...um...got stuck in traffic

I was late to work today...which could be the first time in three years. During the school year, I am on a strict schedule and have to get the little one to school by 7:45 or so. She could get herself there on her own at this point, but it is on the way to work, and we like our morning walks:-)

And then that becomes such a habit that I usually run on the same schedule even when she is not in school. The result is that I sort of consider myself late if I get to my desk and it is not a few minutes before 8:00. Technically I have no schedule, so I guess I can't really be late...but whatever...

Anyway, back to the point of my story. I was getting ready for work this morning and noticed a blackhead on my chin while I was putting makeup on (and by "makeup", I am probably overselling the amount of effort I put into looking good every day...it is about a twenty second process that involves little more than lip gloss). Being a midget, I have to stand on my tip toes and lean over the counter top to get close enough to the mirror to see things up close.

Well, something about that motion gave The Boy a really special feeling and caused him to tell me exactly how much he liked that skirt (it is a pretty nice skirt...I am not gonna lie...it is a suit that Smoking Hot Roommate and Big Sis bought me last year and it is really, really nice!!!). Before I knew it, that skirt was crumpled on the floor, and I was leaving hand prints all over the mirror trying to balance myself on the vanity top and lustily instructing him to do very, very dirty things to me...lol.

So THAT is why I was late for work. And I am not going to apologize for it:-P. Did anyone else possibly have a better start to their day than I did? I doubt it...

Yesterday, Kristen Bell...today, Adriana Lima...

Happy Friday everyone:-) I feel like every Friday in the summer should be treated as a holiday. Complete with the "not working" part... I guess I will have to work on making that a law some day.

Munchkin got the the airport and got to Chicago safely and easily, so I am on my own for a week or so. She actually had a run in with a quasi-famous person who she probably now counts as a close friend;-) but it is too complicated to tell the whole story in this forum.

Anyway, as we all know by now, when the cat is away... (in this example, I would be the mouse:-P). So, when The Boy came over for dinner, I figured that an appropriate outfit for me would be this, and this, and these. Not those exact shoes, but you get the drift. And no, I don't quite fill them out like Adriana Lima does, but pink is a pretty good color for me... Needless to say, dinner was a little bit delayed...hee hee.

We ended up going out after that, and I got a little bit too drunk and have a moderate hangover today. We caught up with some of my friends that I haven't seen in a while, and when The Boy went home at a reasonable hour, I went against my better judgement and stayed out pretty late. It was actually really fun, although we didn't really do anything but hang out in a few bars and chat. We didn't even go anyplace to dance or meet boys (one of my girlfriends just threw her fiance out...so we were sort of on an anti-boy trip...especially after The Boy and the other two guys that were with us left:-)).

Yada yada yada, suddenly it was 2:00 and I was pretty buzzed and now here I am at work wishing I hadn't done that. Ahh well, shit happens. Fortunately, it is a slow week and I have sold Boss Foxy on a spa lunch, which will totally get rid of this hangover! We may even bring some of the other girls in the office (Admin could probably use a massage!!!) if we are feeling social.

I don't have a whole lot other than that. Headed to the beach for the weekend and the weather is looking gorgeous. Full crew...except for Munchkin:-(...meaning The Boy, Smoking Hot Roommate and The Rocket Scientist, Big Sis and The Brain Surgeon, Papa Bear and some assorted family and friends of theirs. Should be a good time!

I hope everyone has a safe and happy weekend!

Re-finding my Mojo

Good morning everyone:-) How was the weekend? As Brookem has already noted, yesterday was a spectacularly beautiful day around here...just absolutely perfect. It sort of made me wish we had been at the beach...although it was probably cooler there, and therefore not as spectacular. That's ok...next weekend, they are calling for 93 in the city on Saturday, which means it will be perfect at the beach! I can't wait!

So, let's see...I blew outta work early on Friday to take Munchkin shoe shopping. She needed shoes for her big thing on Friday. Then we headed back and got her ready...she looked gorgeous, of course:-). I got her over to the dance, dropped her stuff for the night with the people she was staying with, and then went over to meet The Boy.

We had a lovely dinner, and then went back to my place for what turned out to be a whole lot of the best sex I ever remember. Not real sure what the reason was, but it was really fucking outstanding. I just couldn't keep my hands off of him all night. Or morning:-) And I was in a really slutty, dirty kinda mood...hee hee...but I will leave it at that...

Munchkin reports that the sleepover was uneventful. Well, not totally, but it was devoid of any events that I should be worried about. Meaning: any events involving her! She had a really good time at the dance, and the boy she went with was a perfect gentleman all night;-). He apparently didn't take her rejection too harshly, which is good. This girl is gonna leave quite the trail of broken hearts by the time she is done...

She ended up going to the movies with her friends on Saturday night, so The Boy and I offered to babysit for Twin Sister so she and her wife could go out. That was nice, too...the baby slept the whole time we were there:-). However, the activities were much more G-rated than the previous night:-D. Possibly because the presence of a baby totally killed my mood, or possibly because I was a little bit sore...we will call it half of each...

And yesterday was just plain spectacular. Munchkin and I had brunch with Smoking Hot Roommate and Big Sis and then did some walking around, shopping, pretend house hunting, chatting and basically goofing around. Then we had ice cream:-) Then we sat outside and had a drink. Then Papa Bear met us for dinner.

So, all in all, a really, really nice day. And a lovely weekend! I hope yours were all good, too!

Ouch

Anyone care to guess how it is that I pulled most of the muscles in my lower back so badly that I am basically confined to laying on the couch with a heating pad?

Yes, it probably is what you are thinking.

The Things I Think About During Sex

I am going to warn Twin Sister ahead of time, you probably don't want to read this. I mean, obviously your brother is pretty hot, but that doesn't mean you wanna hear some of this about him...lol.

I think the sugar overdose (I am not kidding, I ate 12 cupcakes, at least) may have led my mind to race a bit, but I had quite the stream of conscious during sex on Saturday night. Now, I didn't actually take notes, so I can't promise that this is exactly what I was thinking, but as much as I can remember, this is pretty much how it went.

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My boobs look big. If I get fatter, will they keep getting bigger?

Mmm...he smells good. His shaving cream smells great. I'm gonna kiss his neck even though it makes him laugh. Yea, sorry, I couldn't resist.

The Office was funny on Thursday but really depressing. Jan's boobs are hilarious. I guess mine don't look so big after all.

Oh...the gentle back scratch, god that feels good. I seriously would have married any guy who consistently scratched my back during sex. I could sleep here. But oh fuck does he feel good. Maybe I will just rest for a second.

His eyes are closed. I wonder what he's thinking about? Maybe Jessica Biel. That's acceptable. Is she still dating Justin Timberlake? They would have beautiful kids. Who knocked up Jessica Alba? I took my pill this morning, right?

Wow am I ever wet. I must be well hydrated. I did drink a lot of water today. Well, tonic water. Mixed with vodka. But still, it is water, right? I don't want to come yet. I will sit up a bit...give him more of the visual. Of my huge new boobs.

I should go to the gym. Seriously, this is the only excercise I get, really. Well, I do walk a lot. And I never take the elevator at home, I always climb the stairs. Says the girl who ate 12 cupcakes and half a plate of nachos. Yea, how is that for weak justification?

He really is hot. He is getting hotter, too...he has gotten bigger through the chest and shoulders since I have known him. I guess that is what happens when you go to that "gym" place. And holy shit does he feel really good right now. Fuck it, I don't wanna fight it any more. Damn that shaving cream smells good.

There it is...first the tingle behind my neck, then the goosebumps, then the lightheadedness....ahhh....heaven. He knows just where to touch. Did I ever tell him how much I love when he scratches my head after I come? I don't think I did...how does he know? Although my hair is gross right now. That's ok, I have an appointment this week to have it done. Maybe I will change the color. One of these days I should go back to blond, I suppose. Not this week, though.

Did Munchkin's brother call her today? That fucknut, I don't think he did. Wait...dumbass...it's not her actual birthday, you idiot. Shit...did I remember her presents at the restaurant? I think so. Mental note to check on that.

Meanwhile, back to the task at hand. I know how much he loves talking dirty, so I am gonna tell him exactly what I want from him right now. I could have been a porn star! Well, no, I couldn't, but I could have been a coach. Or maybe a writer.

How funny was that old lady in the bathroom trying to wave her hand in front of the paper towel dispenser like it had an electric eye on it? I mean...the crank was like three inches from where she was waving her hand. I should blog about that. Actually, I should blog all of this stuff. Should I be thinking about something else? Like the beautiful sight that I happen to be straddling right now? So my mind wanders a bit...big deal.

Not like I can't think about two things at once. Or four. He certainly looks to be enjoying himself. And he sounds like it, too. Of course, I have already guessed that he is thinking about Jessica Biel. Who am I kidding, he is probably thinking about golf.

I can't wait to go golfing! It was so warm today it really got me itching to try it again. So, I suck...big deal. It's fun and Big Sis and Munchkin suck with me. But we are super cute golfers, no doubt. I gotta get some adorable golf shoes. That will really make me better. Maybe if next weekend is nice...I have to take my car out anyway, it hasn't been driven in a while. I think I need an oil change, too.

He really is beautiful:-). I should tell him how lucky I am more often. Well, with words, not just this fantastic hip action. Yea...he likes that. OK, he is close now...I will just tell him that one thing to push him over the edge. Ahh...and there it is. Is it slutty of me to love the feeling of him coming in me? Probably, but what is wrong with being slutty? I kinda like it.

I can hear his heart beating. Boy, this sure is a comfortable spot, here listening to his heartbeat, wrapped in his arms. "I love you".

Oh, and I wanna get a dog. A big one.

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Odd signs of maturity

Aaron is apparently catching up on his blog reading because he left a handful of comments yesterday on posts from the last two weeks. And they were pretty funny, so I had like a constant stream of Aaron-wit coming through my inbox all day...

Munchkin is off safely, and I am supremely jealous. I am going to start planning our now-traditional March getaway to make myself feel better. I wish Tinkerbelle's school vacation matched up with ours so that she could some, but it doesn't:-( Any ideas? Florida? Virgin Islands? Bahamas? Mexico? I care only that it has good beaches, and would rather it be as close as possible...

If you recall, when she went away last year, I spent a whole lot of my free time having sex;-) So much so that, as that post details, I was somewhat injured by all of the acrobatics. This year I feel a little bit less urge to take my clothes off every time I am alone with The Boy...I think because we have gotten into a little better rhythm of finding time for each other regularly. His staying over once a week or so and me staying at his place sometimes obviously helps a lot in that regard.

So, while I will clearly take this opportunity to do some serious, bed-shaking fucking, I don't really feel like it needs to be my major goal for the week. Does this mean I am maturing? Before you answer that, know that we both have Monday off and I plan to make a trip to Coolidge Corner to do a little shopping at this place and fully expect to spend the entire day in my bed rediscovering some of the neglected things in my closet full o' fun...

Which brings us to New Year's... Anyone have anything interesting? Big Sis is having a party, and I think the plan is actually dinner, drinks and then meet a whole bunch of other people back at her place at like 10:00 for the rest of the night. The idea is to get out, but not wrestle with the massive crowds at every bar in the city. We will see how it works, but I like the idea:-)

Still super busy...F this work shit...

Picking up the slack while the rest of you take breaks

Some Saturday goodness fore everyone. Since so many NaBloPoMo's are vowing to take today off, I feel like it is important that someone pick up the slack, and I will volunteer. Aren't I a team player?

Went to a great, super fun party last night. Munchkin ended up staying over at a friend's house (she does that a lot now...should I take the hint? Maybe I am not that much fun anymore:-P) so I was out kind of late. Not too bad, though. The party was at the apartment of a girl that Smoking Hot Roommate went to high school with, and loads of her old friends were there. At this point, I know them all really well, so I guess they are my friends, too.

Nothing really special, just a bunch of people hanging out talking and eating and drinking. There was an incredibly adorable boy I had never met before who was noticeably disappointed when I told him I had a boyfriend... I still got it:-) The Boy was kind of not feeling 100%, and had a long week, so he begged out and stayed home.

We probably left at about 1:00 or so, and I went over to The Boy's place. He had long since fallen into a really sound sleep, and never really woke up, so I snuck in quietly and found a warm spot in the bed next to him:-) We woke up a couple hours later for some really slow, gentle, oh-so-sweet sex. Not generally my style, but its really hot when it happens! Then fell immediately back to sleep.

Because he went to bed early, he got up really early, and then made me breakfast...isn't he just too cute? You can be sure I paid him back for that, and there was nothing "oh-so-sweet" about it:-P

Munchkin was only a couple of blocks away, so she came over and met me at his place before we went home. I am hoping to get some shopping done today, but at the moment I am feeling not very motivated...maybe I will rally after lunch. The Boy and I are going to a Christmas Party with some of his friends tonight, which should be fun. Munchkin may tag along, I am not really sure yet...I will have to figure that out today.

So let's recap...good party, cozy bed, middle-of-the-night sex, breakfast in bed, more sex, shopping...that is a pretty good stretch!

Chaperon...such a funny word

Sorry to be late in the day today, but I have been super busy all morning. I hate when work gets in the way of me enjoying my time in the office and view of the harbor...:-)

Yesterday's post is already one of my favorites:-) It works on a number of levels, whether you actually know what is going on or not (well, ok...everyone knows what is going on, but there is more to it than the obvious.) In addition, the person who requested that I write that was most pleased with the result, and reacted in a way even better than I had hoped:-D [Read: The Boy requested the story, which he apparently liked...so much so that the phrase "All I have wanted to do all day is get you into a really hot shower" greeted me in a really private whisper during dinner.]

Last night was chicken finger night, as usual, which is always a treat. One of Munchkin's friends came with us (there may be a new boyfriend in the works...stay tuned), along with Smoking Hot Roommate, The Rocket Scientist and The Boy. SHR took the kids home so that The Boy and I could sneak off to his place for a bit. And that turned out really well (see previous paragraph;-)).

I had thought that I was in a bit of a time crunch; The Office was on, after all. But it was on at 9:00, not 8:00, so I actually had a whole extra hour before I needed to get home for previously scheduled TV watching time. The Boy had a super early conference call, so he bailed on coming over and went to bed.

And now the weekend is almost upon us! The Boy is out with some friends tonight, and SHR and the RS have a date. That leaves me to chaperon Munchkin's school dance:-) Because I am such a responsible adult who should be charged with the care of many children...lol. I think two of her friends are sleeping over, which will mean lots of giggling and not much sleeping.

Soccer in the morning, which means I have to roust all three sleeping beauties, get one ready for her father to get her, walk one home, and get the other one to her game. After stopping at Dunkin Donuts. Fortunately, the game is not until 9:00, so we don't have to get up that early. My guess is the little one will need a nap after that, since I doubt she will sleep much.

I am not sure about tomorrow night yet. We are all (Big Sis, SHR, me and all assorted males) supposed to go to a party, but I don't have anything to do with Munchkin at the moment. I could always bring her...that is an option. Likely she will have something to do with her friends, so as long as I can work that into our plan, we will go there.

And then Sunday...well that is gonna be the return of Fantasy Football...and we all know how I feel about that!!! Just thinking about it makes me all tingly...

I guess that's it...back to work...

The First Time

I got a special request for this particular story, in this particular format...

Not my first time, nor yours. Not even the last first time. But it was our first time, and it was different than all the others, and I knew it then. And I think you knew it then, too.

The weekend had been a long one...a ski trip full of good friends and good food and too much drink. The tension had been building for a long time, but was clearly accelerating all weekend. The looks lasted a little longer, the touches lingered just a moment longer, and the casual contact was just a moment longer than would truly be casual. Other relationships with other people in the house were clearly becoming nuisance obstacles to what was to come.

And then there was a long, tired ride home and take-out Mexican food and several margaritas and then finally we were alone. It wasn't weird. It wasn't awkward. But it was definitely different. Almost like you wore a sign announcing your new attitude. Towards me. Towards us. Towards everything.

The shower was necessary, both because we had been up too long, and because of the surreal effect of steam and pounding water. This was a surreal moment, a long time in the making, the continuation of something big, and the start of something really huge. Warm water on tired muscles, hands and bodies entwined and slick with soap, searching for the means to please. The buildup should have made for a sense of urgency, but time was standing still. We had nowhere to go, no one to see, and no place we would rather be.

You washed my hair. You told me so much with so few words. You closed your eyes and stretched your arms while I cleaned you, and kissed you, and told you things I had already said, but now meant so much more. Never an ounce of shame, never an ounce of regret. This was right and it was good, and it erupted up from deep inside of you when you threw your head back and tensed and shook and gasped, immersed in the enjoyment, in the love of the moment. In us.

And for me, I just wanted to hold you. None of the usual writhing; the back arching; the pushing forward in search for more. All I wanted was to wrap you as tightly as I could with every ounce of my strength...almost as if, just my sheer force of embrace, you could share in the bliss that started from my loins and exploded outwards through my whole body. So good, I just wanted to share.

This made everything different. It made everything better. From there to the bed, which you shared that night and many others. When we told them, there was no surprise, really...others had seen this coming at least as long as you and I. And when you finally told her, I wondered why you had never told her sooner.

First times are always special, but not like this. Special not for the excitement of a new lover. Not for the thrill of the hunt or the joy of the conquest. Not for the sheer intensity of it. Special because of who you are, and who I am, and who we are. Special because of the place you already own in my heart. Special because of the place I hold in yours.

It wasn't my first time, nor was it yours. But it was ours. And that makes it what it is.

Still buzzing

Seems that The Boy didn't really appreciate my story yesterday. He doesn't get mad easily, but apparently he would have rather I didn't tell that story. Mostly, he admitted that he had a horrible and long day at work and was just kind of irritated in general and not specifically at me but that this was just kind of one more thing. Either way, I said I was sorry and he is all better now:-) He knows he can't stay mad at me for long...I am WAYYY too cute.

I think he was a little bit upset because I implied that he sort of solicits these types of discussions and may have encouraged the gift. While he likes Work Friend a lot and finds her charming and entertaining, this is not the kind of thing he normally discusses with women acquaintances, even close ones. She is just sort of that way, and definitely likes that it can make people moderately uncomfortable sometimes... And, I have to reiterate that I have spoken with her about vibrators and sex toys in general at much greater length than The Boy has, and her thinking of us was much more based on that than based on her wanting to buy him that kind of gift. Hope that clears things up...

Still Just Me's comment from yesterday reminded me of a really funny story from a couple months ago. Anything that I would qualify as an "adult toy" is locked away from curious eyes, safely in my closet (I kinda have a lot of them...lol.) However, Munchkin did once ask me "How come you always have Altoids next to your bed? I've never seen you eat one." Umm...ask me that again when you are 21... I told her it was for days when I wake up with a bad taste in my mouth, and she bought it for now. But one day in about four years she is gonna call me on that...ah, well.

Ella W asked what kind of vibrator it is. There is actually nothing really special to it...it is basically just a small, metal egg-shaped thing that vibrates at like 40 different speeds and can be controlled by remote. Then there are a whole bunch of rubber, jelly-like things that fit over the actual ball, all with different textures and ticklers and things (there are a couple that have like a loop that fits around him to keep it in place during sex). Really it is the size that is great...it is strong enough to really feel good, but small enough to not be at all clumsy.

Finally, I need everyone to settle an argument for me (this actually ended with the other person calling me "stupid" which is a whole other issue entirely...you can tell me I am wrong, but there will be no calling me stupid). And in the interest of fairness, I won't tell you who thought what or who the other person is or how the discussion came about. It was a follow-up to the idea of Munchkin walking to school...

The subject is: giving her mace to carry with her as a means of protection.

Discuss...and pull no punches.