Sex Coma

I'm feeling a bit stuck. Stuck in a sex coma. We haven't spent much time focusing on the holidays. It's just been too difficult this year. Too difficult to decorate and shop and bake and plan. I don't think I fully realized how much I was ignoring the holidays until I wrote about it in my last post. He did though.

What I do know is that ignoring all those things about the holidays left us with plenty of time and energy. Time and energy to play, and play we have. We've only missed one day in the last week and half. We've made up for it by playing multiple times some days. We've poured all our energy into connecting with each other.

Spankings have occurred on an almost daily basis. I've been spanked with the magic paddle and the leather paddle. He's spanked my ass, my pussy and the girls, repeatedly.  He's sucked me and fucked me until I couldn't see straight. I'm certainly not walking straight, nor sitting easily.

Baby...can I suck your cock? I've asked that more times then I can count in the last few days. I've felt the need to connect, that's how I connect. I've licked and sucked him in deep, then retreated to lick again. I've tasted him on my tongue and worn him on my skin. A badge of honor, in my opinion, I've earned the right to to wear it.

The holidays aren't about religion for us, they're about family. Circumstances have reduced our family to just the two of us. We've taken advantage of that. We've played and played and played some more. We've connected in the most primal, basic of ways. I've needed that.

He's given me the most exquisite pain and the most unimaginable pleasures. It's mind blowing. I've begged for more and melted in satisfaction. The kind of gift he gives, can't be bought. The kind of gift he gives, can't be wrapped. The kind of gift he gives, isn't saved just for the holidays. He gives me this gift year round.

I get 6 holidays a year. Six reasons to celebrate. That's what society says anyway. What does society know? I have him every day of the year. That's reason enough to celebrate every day.

Let's Celebrate

I wrote this post several weeks ago. I felt like writing it but not posting it. I find myself drowning in negativity and I'm going down for the last time. So I decided I would post this to try and clear the negative energy and welcome in the positive. At this point I don't know what comes next.

What do you want for your birthday?
That's the question my husband asked me a few weeks ago.
 I thought about it for a few minutes. I told him I really just wanted to spend the day with him. He works 6 days a week and we have a teenager at home.  I'm so jealous of empty nesters(PK). Yeah, that's what I wanted, uninterrupted time with him alone. No obligations or expectations from ayone but ourselves. He told me he would have to check and see if he had any vacation time left, alot had been used up over the last 6 months dealing with issues with our son.

So, did he have the time to take?

Yes, he did and this was my gift.

He left me asleep in our bed while he got up and played taxi for our kids, something that usually occupies the first 2 hours of my day.

I woke up to his hands leisurely strolling about my body, my favorite way to wake up.

He had coffee ready for me. I don't function without it.

We showered and dressed and then went shopping. There was somewhere particular I wanted to go and several things I wanted to look at. I like to take my time and browse, consider this, reject that. That's exactly what I did while he patiently followed me around and held things for me. When I got tired of doing that, he paid for all my finds and we went to lunch.  I had ice cream. I love ice cream, with lots of hot fudge and whipped cream. Thats exactly what I had. It was yummy. I was a good girl, I shared.

When we got home he asked me if I was ready for my birthday spanking?

Ready, was I ready? Please, the butterflies had been growing in my stomach all day in anticipation. That's the real reason I shared my ice cream, too excited to eat.

He took my hand and led the way to our bedroom. Flap, flap, flap. I swear that's all I could hear.

We have a double chaise lounge in our room. I'm tall 5" 10", this lounge is the perfect height for many many fun things. He took his time undressing me, I knelt on the floor in front of the chaise and bent forward.  I had a pillow clutched under my chest, the anticipation was about to do me in.  

Whack.....  aah, the feel of his hand, I love his hands.
Whack.....  aah, there it is, that connection. Its a connection to him most certainly, but for me, its a very primal thing. Instant energy streaking through me to that point so deep inside. Dissapearing into a pinpoint. Followed instantly by the explosion of pure pleasure. He kept going, I didn't even try to count. I was flying in that wonderful place where the stars dance among the fireworks. Explosions of color intensifing in my mind as I felt his tongue and the nips of his teeth. I didn't think my back could arch that high anymore. My knees were no where near the floor. I didn't hear his zipper or have any awareness of him shedding his clothes. He moved me around the lounge like I was a rag doll.  Oh that wonderful dizzyness and disorientation of the sudden position changes.  His hands, his mouth everywhere at once, I'm caught in a maelstrom of sensation. Up, up, up and over the edge I go. He'd slow and let me come back and then start again. This must be what heaven feels like. Thank you god for multiple orgasms.


We napped for awhile, had some snacks then moved to our waterbed where I proceeded to thank him most kindly for my gift.

Birthday wishes do come true. Even if you don't blow out a candle.