Passionately Married

I had lunch with Jack his office recently. As much as we would have liked to, we really did not have a chance to fool around. I found myself driving around all aroused thinking about him. It occurred that I had to have some interesting facial expressions while I was driving. Sure enough, at a light I was listening to a very sexy song and wiggling in my seat. I had my hand in my hair and my head thrown back with my mouth open. I realized I was being watched by people on both sides, a utility truck driver and a landscape crew. I blushed and got back in control of my public persona

More later.

Jack made a stop to bring home a new friend last night on his way from work. No, not a person you naughty thing, but I like the way you think.

What he brought is about 8 inches long, quite thick, and does tricks.

It is clear, with intriguingly industrial works visible inside. At first glance, it is intimidating. For shape and texture, it does a nice job of roughly approximating a good-sized, hard dick. I did mention regret that the tip has no indent/hole where you can put your tongue to gently probe and lick up pre-cum. The head has the nice penis tip, there are “bumps” for G-spot stimulation. The central shaft has spinning beads and then at the base a “rabbit” extension complete with little ears to reach out and tickle a clit. For tricks, the top half of the main shaft has this hula-like rotation (with three speeds), and/or you can set the rabbit to vibrate (three speeds). It was, of course, a Rabbit G vibrator.

I have had a only little vibrator experience. Not so much on my own, but as a sex aide. One ex used to use this contraption that strapped to his hand. I can’t say it felt bad, as it made his fingers vibrate, but it also got hot and I had to be careful not to get burns on the inside of my thighs. I have also had several insertion devices over the years. I am finding that to successfully masturbate, I need good penetration. Just playing with my hand just will not do. My fingers are too small and I have to be sitting up to insert them. Stimulating my clit while something of girth is penetrating me makes me instantly crazy.

Later that evening, we unpacked the toy (and destroyed the package before recycling). Jack made me put in the batteries he had given me at dinner as a little hint something was coming up later. I set the toy on the coffee table to look at it for a while. I picked it up a few times and checked it out. It was nice to imagine what it would feel like.

Jack admitted that he has been wanting to watch me masturbate. He was clearly setting up for a show and he covered up the sofa and got out some lube. I prepared myself. I have to dress up if I am the entertainment. I put on a short, tight, black satin nightie, no undies and shiny platinum stockings. I also pulled out some of the new jewelry, especially for my wrists, as they were going to be very close to the action.

As it turns out, he wanted to start me with it. I half sat on the sofa with my legs pretty far apart. One foot on the sofa, one on a leather footstool. He lubed the tip and put it inside of my pussy. He turned on the controls. It was like an electric shock. The size of this vibrator was enough to make me want to instantly start humping. The movement made me freeze, arched backwards in stunned bliss. It was almost too much to bear. I could not handle the highest speeds, yet. Even just the vibrate function set the lower half of my body tingling. Vibrate did not just make the ears of the rabbit move, it tantalizingly made the whole shaft alive. It did not take long for me to start coming repeatedly. I grabbed it myself and started playing while he watched. I moved it in and out. The tip has enough of a flare, like a real cock. I always have had a thing for that sensation when my hole is spread by a head of a cock and then closes a bit just after the tip to drag, slowly forced open again to accept the rest of the shaft. I love when the first penetration is slow enough to feel every inch of this. Sometimes Jack will stop in the middle of sex as I am about to come again to torment me with achingly slow penetration. I get instantly quiet and lay still to concentrate on feeling every bit of his shape as it moves in and out.

I got used to the slower rotate and vibrate sensations and Jack took over again. After I came again, he removed the vibrator and came in for a little taste. I was instantly completely crazed. The vibrator had left all of my nerves singing and any new sensation was increased in intensity. He pulled down his pants and entered me, and we fucked very hard. Most of the time, he was holding my wrists down over my head. We moved to the bed and he bent me over so that he could finish in me from behind. I was so wet it was running down my legs. We went for so long that we were both drenched in sweat and panting. He in an earlier post mentioned that while I was laying next to him recovering, ass in the air, I asked for a nice spanking. He kindly made sure I had a tingle there, too. I was sated, tired, but also left just a bit horny for the rest of the night. Maybe I will write later about how I woke him up again at 3 a.m. I am still a bit tingly all over. My ab muscles feel tight.

More later.

“Spank me, please!” – Alex (from her vantage point, bent comfortably over the end of the big bed).

Where is the most naughty place that you’ve had sex? We have a few. I don’t have an overwhelming fantasy to do it in a public place, but sometimes we just could not help ourselves. On one occasion when I was in grad school, Jack and I were working on my little red sports coupe in the communal garage below his apartment. I could not afford to have the repair done for me, so I got to know that troublesome car really well.

Jack came up behind me as I was bent over the engine, attempting to reach for the top bolt on the starter motor. Without a word he reached around and undid my jeans. He expertly slid the jeans and my panties to my knees. Without hesitation, I was pressing back against him. I don’t know if I dropped the tool or not. Those days, there was so much heat between us that if he was near me, I was constantly juicy and ready. I probably had my ass in the air moving seductively as I worked without even thinking. I have also been told that my ass is one of my best attributes.

He quickly undid his own jeans and thrust inside of me. At some point, while I was there with my eyes closed, moaning and getting rigorously boned from behind, someone walked into the garage. We heard the door at the other end. It was far enough away, from the other side of the car, that they would have had to stop to look to see what we were doing, but after a few moments I am sure the sounds of sex were unmistakable. I can be quiet, but it was so hot and horny, I am not sure that I tried to be quiet just then. Jack thinks they watched for a while, but he was too distracted to look. I never opened my eyes. The college marching band could have worked past us and I think I would have asked “did you hear music?” We continued unabated until we both came violently. We dressed and fixed the car, stopping occasionally to grope, grind against each other and kiss (I can hardly keep from lowering myself on to his lap when he is working under a car).

Advice. Don’t say, “God, I’m wet!” to the man while he is driving. That is all.

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Mmmmm. Fantasy time. Jack and I book a hotel room somewhere nice. We set up in the room, dressed, primped and prepared for a good time. Jack blindfolds me and leaves me in the room for a while, sitting on the bed, wet and waiting.

He returns a little later and I hear that he is not alone. I hear him undressing, I hear a sexy woman’s say “ooh” and the voice asks for help with a zipper. I hear the zipper, a long one like at the back of a dress. There is rustling. She asks him, “May I start with her?” He says “Please.”

I hear someone sit in the chair just at the end of the bed, to my right. Someone moves in front of me, positioned between my knees. A soft hand caresses my hair, sliding under to hold the back of my neck. I automatically arch my back and raise my face to have a pair of lips press against mine. I kiss back. A tongue gently licks my lips, teeth gently bite my lower lip. I moan and open my mouth. She begins to kiss much harder and the tongue probes my mouth. I suck on it and use my tongue on her mouth. To my right I hear Jack shift position and groan a little. I smell the faint smell of a new perfume. I reach up with my hands to explore her body. She stops kissing me.

She takes my left hand and wraps a restraint around my wrist. She gently guides me with her hands to lay on my back, on the bed and she ties the other end of the restraint to the bed. She climbs on top of me, takes my right hand and does the same. Her body is pressing against my stomach, chest and arm, as she ties and pulls my arm taught. She leaves my legs free. Then she straightens, still straddling my hips and then leans over me. I feel long hair brushing my chest and shoulders. I feel breasts that are obviously large grazing mine. I feel muscular, but soft thighs over my hips. I feel her breath. She begins to kiss my neck. I am squirming and moaning and pulling on the restraints. Jack moans “oh my God.”

She works her way down my body with her mouth and hands, kissing, pausing to nibble and suck. I can feel her hair and her breasts slide down against me. She pauses on each nipple, which are almost painfully erect. At this point I am so wet I have to be dripping. I am arching my back, spreading my legs wide, moaning. She is quietly working to my stomach, to my inner thigh. She stops to breathe on my pussy, I am dying with anticipation. She reaches one finger to my above my clit, touches it gently and slides it down my slit slowly pushing inside my lips. She pauses again, at my hungry hole, I am trying to push against her finger. Then I feel her getting up, but she is not leaving the bed. She gets on her knees so her ass is in the air facing the end of the bed, where Jack is watching. His breathing is fast. Her hands slide under me, to grasp my ass. She lowers her face to my pussy and again pauses to breathe on me and make me wait. I moan and she drives her tongue between my lips. She sucks my clit viciously and runs her tongue inside my slit. I am twisting, arching and moaning with ecstasy. I come explosively.

I hear Jack get up and I hear a sharp slap. He spanks her ass hard enough that I feel it. She moans for the first time, right into me. She starts to tongue fuck me. Jack spanks her some more. Then his hand remains on her ass and it slides down to her juicy, shiny cunt. He quickly slips a finger down to her clit. She pushes her ass up, against his hand. I feel her knees shift apart. She moans into me and eats my pussy harder. He rubs her clit a little but he is not about to take his time. He is so hard and hot that he is ready to explode. He fingers her hot wet hole, he tries two fingers to find the fit is tight. I hear him moan, grab a condom, tear the wrapper with his teeth and spit out the package. She moans loudly and begins to finger me while licking my clit again. I feel when Jack grabs her, for a moment her face lifts up away from me. He begins to fuck her pussy hard from behind. She needs both hands to steady herself for the first few thrusts. She lets out a little excited scream and says “Oh, YES!.” Then she returns to eating me, but this time every time he rams into her ass, her face rams into me. I immediately come again, and I say “Fuck her hard!” He obliges for a little more until she comes, arching away from me again. Then he pulls out of her, moves her into position over me and I feel her lay breasts against mine. She kisses me and starts to kiss my neck and earlobe. I hear him tear off the condom and feel him get onto the bed. He climbs forward, makes her straddle me so he can get position between my quivering legs. He enters me, pressing her forward against me. When she bends to kiss me, I feel him fondling our breasts. He thrusts a few more times and comes into me, literally growling. I join him, I am arching and lifting my ass as much as I can to pull him into me and we’re pressing her between us.

She bends to kiss me again, gets up and I hear her dressing. She kisses Jack , he zips her zipper and she leaves the room. I never saw her. Jack kisses me a bit all over and releases the wrist restraints. I run my hands up and down his body. He is sweaty and warm and his muscles are hard. He removes my blindfold and lays next to me, one leg over my thigh. We look at each other, kiss and caress each other. We spend the rest of the night playing gently in between brief periods of satisfied sleep.

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The first time I fucked Alex was also the first time anyone had ever tied her up during sex (it was also her first spanking and the first time she’d ever needed to get permission for her orgasm, but I digress). Bondage (the “sensual” kind, not the torture kind) has been high on my “favorite kinks” list almost since I started having sex. Our first sexual encounter was (very!) spontaneous. At the time, I wasn’t expecting anything like the night we had.

We’d started out with fairly conventional (if explosive) fucking, me on top, followed by her climbing onto me and impaling herself there. Alex is very short, and at the time was a petite thing. She discovered that once she’d taken me completely inside her pussy, she couldn’t really move up and down much – her knees didn’t reach the mattress. She was just stuck there, filled to the bottom with my hard-on. Not a bad situation; if there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s a hot blonde marooned on my cock. I decided to take it a little further and see how she’d react to being really stuck.

Gently, at first, I pulled her arms behind her back. Initially, she misread the body language and thought I was trying to roll her off of me, until she realized that the reason she couldn’t roll anymore was that I had clamped her wrists together behind the small of her back with my left hand, and my right was pulling her face down close to mine. She figured it out at that point, and tested my grip, flexing her arms but getting nowhere. I remember holding my breath a little, thinking that if she didn’t share my tastes, here’s where I find out.

Alex moaned, long and low, and came hard.

Keep in mind, this was our first time together, not too many hours after our first kiss. For all I knew, she might have done all of this before, but I had no idea where her boundaries were. Still, I believe when life hands you a moment like this, you should you grab it. I decided to keep going until she showed some sign of hesitation.

She’d been wearing this huge silk scarf, now fallen on the floor next to the bed. While she was finishing her orgasm, I snagged it and quickly tied her wrists together, crossed diagonally behind her. Alex is one of those women who has strings of orgasms, one leading right into the next, and that’s exactly what happened for the next few minutes.

Tied now and lost in her orgasms, she wasn’t really in much control. The way she moved her body was pretty much up to me. I put my hands behind her head, fingers tangled up in her curly hair, and kissed her. I could feel the tension in her shoulders with her arms tied back. Her huge tits were dragging up and down my chest as I rocked her body up and down mine, bottoming out my cock deep inside her with each thrust.

She started to come again, but this time was different. Early in her orgasm, I started rubbing her ass with both hands, and as she started to peak, I spanked her once, hard. Alex went crazy, moaning into my mouth as we kissed, trying to pull my cock deeper inside as she moved. I spanked her again and again, more gently (but thoroughly), until she came off the peak of her previous orgasm.

As she started winding up for the next one, I whispered into her ear that for the rest of the evening she needed to ask permission before she could come, or risk some unspecified punishment. She responded by starting to beg wildly, gasping out the words “Please, please, let me come!” between moans and deep, hot breaths. So much for hesitation.

At this point, I’d like to introduce a theory of mine. My theory is this: your body deliberately limits the strength of your orgasm to keep you from straining a muscle or otherwise damaging yourself. I believe that if you’re restrained, something happens in your brain to remove that limit, allowing you a more powerful and overwhelming orgasm. Combine that with the out-of-control, no-limits sense of submitting yourself to someone else and you’re into yet another whole new level of orgasm.

That’s where Alex found herself that night. We fucked like that for another hour, Alex coming continuously. Eventually, I started to worry about her shoulder muscles, and so I finally let myself go, filled her with cum and rolled her onto her back. She lay there in the near-dark, covered in sweat, flushed, her hair a ruin, her blue eyes shining with a happy-crazy gleam, hands still bound behind her.

Not even the first time we fucked was I ever in a rush to untie Alex. I rolled her onto her stomach and ran my hands over her (pink!) ass, lingering between her thighs, watching her spasm as I brushed her swollen pussy. I think that’s the moment when I realized that I could be sexual with just one woman for the rest of my life. After a few moments drinking her in, I turned her loose. She lay there, spent, and promptly passed out while I rubbed her back.

It’s been almost twenty years now, but the passion of that first night always comes back to me in a rush; the spontaneity, the improvised sex toys, the willingness to abandon yourself to something totally new. These are what keep marriage hot. Let yourself be crazy for each other! Trust me, it’s so worth it.

I bought some sexy jewelry and stockings today with Jack, it was spontaneous as we were actually at the store for unrelated stuff. I happened upon some adorable hair ties with star jewels. They make for very cute, attention-getting pig tails. There was also a stretchy, sequined headband that immediately made me think “choker.” I held it up to my neck and turned to Jack. He got that little smile that said he was pleasantly surprised. After that store, I mentioned a desire to get some cuffs for my wrists. We were on our way to the grocery store. He quickly turned the car around and headed for the mall. We found tight, sparkling cuffs for my wrists, pearl bracelets that interlock intriguingly and could easily become anklets, very attractive earrings, a pearl and silver chain that is long enough to use anywhere and a very sexy choker. The stockings included the standard black fishnet and black, white or sheer sparkly thigh-highs with lace tops. He had an afternoon of erections as I tried things on for him and asked him for his input.

Later, Jack read a bunch of my writing and stroked my leg. We were on the couch, a bit tangled. Stripes was on the TV. “Chicks dig me…” I was hoping Jack would have some posts to add. Instead, he closed the laptop and put it away.

He turned to me and looked me over, intently, from across the room. I had discovered that my pig-tail holders made a very cute anklet, I was wearing the cute earrings he picked out and I was trying out the new sparkly wrist cuffs. My awesome bra had my breasts up at attention, my head was all messy blonde curls. Half laying there in the corner, in a pair of short shorts and a silky v-neck T, I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his gaze. A bit like prey. He made a deep growly noise and an exhale, nnnnnn. He walked over, climbed on top of me and kissed me very hard, forcing my legs apart with his body. He slid down, kissing along the way to land between my legs, he grabbed my thighs and easily pulled me down the sofa a little. My shorts were discarded. He then went past my pussy and kissed my leg, my ankle, and the very inside of my thigh, right next to my lips. I was shuddering with desire. He pulled aside the fabric of my soft, lacy, very sheer pink panties and began to kiss, then lick, then eat my pussy with enthusiasm. He teased my clit, he sucked a little and stopped, he ran his tongue around and then when I just couldn’t take the teasing, he would bury his face in and eat. My mind was instantly gone, as was any self-conscious thoughts. Soon the panties were in the way. He threw off his own pants, pulled me up his thigh and half standing he thrust his enormous erection inside of me. I was being pushed into the corner of the sofa, my hands flung backwards, holding on to the arm with my breasts up near my chin. He pounded me with a look that said he meant serious business. He let out a deep, primal growl that made my heart skip a beat. I just wanted more, deeper harder. Pretty soon my legs were in the air, as far apart as the sofa allowed, hands holding my ankles so that I could take him even deeper inside. We came so hard that I saw stars for a minute. I was completely filled with his cum and completely happy.

Jack looked down at me, looking no less predatory, and said “Now, I can concentrate.”

I really like to be “taken.”

More later.

We have been doing some fantasizing out loud with each other. Invariably it leads to the notion of adding more “temporary partners.” I asked Jack in detail while he was fucking me of how he would want me to work on another woman for him. Hard kisses? Soft kisses? (hard!) Where should I kiss and be kissed? (mouth, neck, breasts, stomach, thigh, pussy) Should I be participating when he is having a go at fucking her himself? (oh yes, please) I think the consensus was no matter what, more enthusiastic involvement, kissing, sucking, licking, fingering and cooperating overall would be the most fun. I wonder what pussy tastes like? I’ll bet it tastes good with his cum in it, too.

I had fun sucking Jack’s cock the other day while he watched a strip-tease video on u-tube on my iPhone. I picked the video out for him. It was obviously a girl that knows how to do the tease. She happened to have a very nice ass that tantalizingly framed her tight underwear-clad pussy when she bent over (if somewhat disappointing tits). Geez, I wanted to take off her underwear. It makes me very turned on to know that I put this video in his head and he can get a hard on thinking about it. He can go back and look at it again and get off. I’ll be happy to suck him again if he wants to repeat the entire experience. I am in no way jealous that this girl gave him a thrill. I am thrilled, too.

Adding people to the bed is not something that we are planning (ever? yet?) and I know it is a move that involves a lot of risk. I don’t want to tank the relationship. I don’t want to introduce our life to someone untrustworthy or overly needy that cannot respect the boundaries of our relationship. I cannot risk our sex life interfering with the innocent and normal development of our kids. Let’s face it, even grown up, outside of their very existence, the kids never need to have any tangible evidence of our sex life. I definitely do not want to risk an STD or another lifelong illness. I have been careful and lucky enough to have not contracted so much as strep B from previous partners. I really do not want emotional entanglements that interfere with sex, our marriage, work, our platonic friends, health or our family. I don’t want to be ripped off.

I also thought hard about the sense of heterosexuality. I am securely hetero. I think what that means is that I want to pair bond and reproduce with my husband. I think a penis attached to someone masculine is very integral to my overall satisfaction. Casual sex? I think it can probably cross gender boundaries and not really affect your pair bond inclination. I believe that other than those people that “bat for the other team” after molestation and assault, sexual preference is an artifact of DNA, ingrained at birth. Do I get turned on looking at a woman? No, not really. I find I can evaluate her attributes rather clinically. Clearly if she is naked and behaving sexually I think of sex. I think of having the same experience she is having. What about having sexual contact with a woman? Would that be satisfying? Being a woman-on-woman virgin, I would have to say I think so, but mostly if Jack was there to participate and be turned on by it. Sexual contact is inherently pleasurable. Having someone explore and touch you, lick you, kiss you, suck you is pretty much always a good time. I think that for real pleasure, I want Jack to be watching. I want him to be absolutely, totally, crazy excited. I want him to have trouble deciding what to suck, grab or fuck next. I want him to be exhausted and satisfied to his very soul with two of us resting on his spent form. Maybe we’ll continue playing with each other, quietly fingering, kissing and caressing while he sleeps. After he sleeps for a while, maybe we’ll wake him up with two eager mouths exploring his cock. That excites me.

Emotional issues are a whole other consideration. What does happen to you when you do see your sig other boning a hot chick and they’re having a screaming good time? Is it as hot and sexy as it sounds or is it alarming? I imagine wanting to finally talk to someone else about how great he is. Akin to the thrill of writing about it and sharing it with you. I think that being in the same bed and participating makes this a very different experience from say walking in on them in full swing or wondering where he is on a Friday night. What happens to him if he sees you writhing with pleasure under some other woman or dude? I am betting there is a big difference for him if it is a woman.

I am not so insecure that I think that I will be suddenly found lacking in bed if Jack has other experiences. He has had other experiences and has chosen to stay here for two decades. I know how to fuck and I know how to make a man come, repeatedly. Are there other ways, other sensations other than mine that will make him come? Of course there are. Will he thoroughly enjoy a new pussy, ass, mouth, tits? Yes he will and he will think/dream about them fondly. Does Jack like to look at other women? Uh huh. Will she do it differently from me? Most certainly. None of this is concerning to me. I am sure I would bring up the events to add excitement to the times where we are alone and fantasizing. Am I missing something?

He has also expressed a fantasy of a party in which I am served up as a blindfolded and bound hors d’oeuvre for anyone that enters a particular room. I think if I could feel that there is some safety — personal and in our relationship, the notion of being fucked repeatedly by a lot of anonymous cock would be fun. I like cock and can generally go for hours. Having the cock disengaged with any other relationship to the strange man is appealing. Vibrators may feel nice, but there is nothing like a hot, throbbing cock to fill a pussy right. I also like the sensation of balls hitting me as the cock is being forced inside of me. Jack would of course get to start me and finish me off and enjoy what would be a very wet and swollen pussy.

I think that whatever we end up doing over the course of our sex lives, it will probably all be good if we stick together and experience it together. Right now, it is very, very fun to fantasize.

More later.

I recently had a epiphany. Well, OK, it was more a sexual awakening.

I hit middle age with a rude thump. The landing was rough and sudden because I spent years dealing with serious but non-contagious illness. It was like I put myself on hold. Time marched on. The illness is resolved, and here I am, older than I expected in an alien body.

A bit of background. I am married and I have been with this man for about 20 years, since we were quite young. I was a very attractive girl, blonde, big blue eyes, big tits, athletic. I was able to keep up with the boys fixing cars, skiing and climbing rocks. I could instantly clean up, slip on the little dress and turn on the girly charm as needed. I knew how to knock a man off his rocker and I could get whatever I wanted. I was adventurous, confident, smart, and also very sexually active. Never careless, mind you, but I was never home alone on the weekend. Before becoming serious about my husband, Jack, I had a lot of friends, kissing friends and fuck buddies. Jack was a friend of a boyfriend and we initially met at age 17. He was the tall, dark and dangerous kind. Jack and I orbited each other for a while and had other serious entanglements before we hooked up (think slamming into each other with incredible heat).

Over the 20 years, child rearing and illness sort of made us go through the motions for a while. I did not think about sex like I used to, or like I am right now. I might have even been a bit squeamish about some sex, as I was definitely not feeling sexy. Jack patiently stood by. Sex may not be the end all and be all of a marriage, in fact it really comes second to other more intimate emotions, but it is the extra glue that binds.

We have never been disengaged totally, just not blazing with passion. We’re still inseparable best friends (IM, SMS, email, phone and video texting when we are apart for any period of time). We have enjoyed raising our kids. I find that I crave any kind of time with Jack deep within my core.

Recently, I was alerted to the notion that he might form relationships with other women. They could be affectionate and confiding and if not careful they could lead to serious emotional attachments on either side. We had a blow up over a co-worker. Jack insisted that it was platonic. What he meant was that it was not sexual. I thought about it for a while, with the evidence I had. As it turns out, sexual was not what I feared. I’m afraid I will lose his intimate friendship and that since I was not working with him, she would have more in common than we would. I did not want him to be “in love” with anyone else.

That said, I do not relish the idea of my husband and lover, sneaking around fucking people on the side. Fucking however is not where I feel the most possessive. Interestingly enough, thinking about Jack fucking anyone including me makes me absolutely soaking wet. I know how good he was at seducing me and plenty of other girls in college. Jack is a very exciting and skilled lover and he has an easy flirtatious way about him. He is not a tamed family man by a long shot. It would be very hot to see him pleasure another woman. It would be fun to see Jack completely excited. It would be super fun to help.

Conversely, the idea of me having sex with any man but him is unnerving. I certainly could never cheat. I have turned away any advances without hesitation. I could not initiate a multi-person encounter myself.

I’ll admit to being selfish and I don’t want to give more of his time to other people than I already have to.

Somewhere in all of this, I took inventory my body, my mind. I’ve decided I will live with the parts of the body (esp. age) that I cannot change and fix whatever I can. I am already confident of my mind and my professional accomplishments. Next up, I analyzed my emotional state and decided it was time to part with things that were not productive. I might not be the little hottie I was before, but I can be sexy and I can be an excellent sex partner.

If you could not tell already, this is when my sex drive switch was thrown to ON. I know I can sate this man and my urges, too. No time like now.

Now everything sex is intriguing, if not appealing. I am walking around with the female version of a hard on. A wet on? I am hungry. Ravenously, spine-bending, wrap-my-legs-around, lift my skirt and bend way over, give me some cock now, hungry.

So this is where I plan to write down the sexual journey we’ve taken and about to embark on. It feels a bit like a brand new relationship — except that we’re not awkwardly bumping teeth and noses and fumbling for parts. Jack says he feels like he won the lottery.

More later.