1. Under what circumstances would you kiss a stranger?
Define "stranger." In my college days, I kissed many a stranger at parties while in a drunken haze. Oh! So I guess one of the circumstances would be "drunk." In my post college days, I attended a few swinger events and kissed some strangers. It was kind of expected in that setting. Now, though, I wouldn't kiss a total stranger, although some of the men I have kissed have definitely been strange.
2. Who was the last person you sent a sexy or romantic text message to? What did the text say?
JJ. It said, "I'm thinking of you."
3. What was the last sexy or romantic text message that you received and what did it say?
JJ. It said, "Thinking of you...." Now, if I can go back to last night, the last one he sent before I went to sleep was "Dream slutty dreams for me." So I did.
4. What was the longest romantic relationship you’ve had (months, years)? And what was the shortest romantic relationship?
The longest relationship has been with my husband. We have been married for 23 years. The shortest was just a few days. I had met a man on AM who I really liked. We met once for sex. It went really well. He clearly enjoyed himself. But then I didn't hear from him the next day, or the next, or the next, or.....for a couple of weeks. That sucked.
5. If there was a cunnilingus contest, would you enter? Would you “eat” or be eaten?
If eating, would you bring along your choice of pussy to lick or use one of the clean delectable pussies provided?
Well, duh! I would clearly prefer to be eaten, but I would also be open to entering the "doubles" event where one had to both eat and be eaten. I think I could win that event. I would use one of the provided pussies rather than bring my own. That would feel too much like "brown bagging it" at a fine restaurant.
6. If we asked your partner/lover to describe you sexually in one word, what do you think that word would be?
I wasn't sure how to answer this question, so I actually asked for assistance. Sweet M answered "uninhibitedly-freakin'-awesome," arguing that if it's hyphenated, it's only one word.
My JJ initially threw out "slutty" (awww...thank you, Sweetie!), but then changed his answer to "insatiable."
Interestingly, when I first read this question, the two words that immediately popped into my mind were uninhibited and insatiable. Looks like I'm not too far off. ;-)
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Showing posts with label A Note To My Husband. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
A Note To My Husband
I got out of bed late last night and wrote a note* to my husband. I was so very frustrated and I had to express it somehow. Ok, so I probably won't ever give him the note, but writing it was therapeutic in some ways. I asked him for sex three times yesterday and was turned down flat each time. I was angry, frustrated, humiliated. To give you some context for the note (that I'll share below), here's what happened yesterday:
Attempt #1 (in bed at 7:30 a.m.):
Kat: (after giving Hubby 3/4 of an awesome edging blow job) Mmmm...how 'bout letting me ride you now, Honey?
Hubby: (putting his hard dick back in Kat's mouth and pushing her head down on it again) No, this is great. Just finish me.
Attempt #2 (on the living room couch at about 1:15 p.m. with the kids occupied in the other room for the next 30 minutes):
Kat: (curling up next to Hubby on the couch and kissing his neck seductively) I am really craving a nice (kiss)...hard (ear nibble)...ass fucking, Honey. How about going back to the bedroom with me for a few minutes while the kids are occupied?
Hubby: Now? But the ball game is about to start. We can do that later. Did you make the popcorn yet?
Attempt #3 (in bed at 10:00 p.m.):
Kat: (in bed naked, snuggling up next to hubby, who's wearing sweats and pajamas, as if this were Siberia in the winter) Well, we have lots of time now (kiss...hand wandering down to his waist, trying to find a way in)....What do you think we could do now?
Hubby: Jeez, Kat! Don't you think of anything besides sex? It's late, ya know.
Kat (turning onto her other side, away from Hubby, trying not to sound too upset or disappointed): Sorry, Honey. Goodnight.
I laid there, unable to sleep for a few hours, trying to deal with all the swirling feelings. Then I got up, went into the other room, and wrote this note:
"Dear Hubby,
You asked if I ever think of anything besides sex. As a matter of fact, I do. I think about earning a living, paying the bills, raising our children, grocery shopping, cleaning, taxes, laundry, PTA meetings, getting the car serviced, scheduling a parent-teacher conference, dinner menus for the week, scheduling play dates for our youngest, ironing, cooking, getting the cat her shots, communicating with extended family members, my annual check up, your health, keeping you happy, keeping the kids happy, keeping the neighbors happy, keeping my employees happy, keeping my clients happy, keeping my honey-on-the-side happy, and occasionally, I'll think about finding some time to read. After almost 25 years of marriage, I'd think you would know I'm constantly thinking about things besides sex.
But here's the deal - The need for sex is like a constant undertone vibrating through me at all times. It's the background noise going on while I'm thinking about all those other things. Sometimes it's a quiet nudging, but if it has been a while it becomes a loud, demanding and distracting roar. Still, I keep thinking about all those other things and ignoring it to the best of my ability, but it's always there. It's never completely gone. Sometimes, I'm a little bit wet and wishing I could get some relief and other times I'm so horny I can barely breathe.
It's not my fault that I've been blessed with some pretty strong perimenopausal hormones that keep that undertone of sexual desire going strong. It's also not my fault that your libido has decreased to almost nothing and that whatever is left is 100% focused on you.
Would it kill you to at least pretend that you care enough to acknowledge that this is a real need of mine and not just something I'm making up because I'm selfish? Do you think you could manage not treating me like a deviant or a freak because I want to have sex more than once a month? Do you have any idea - even a remote one - how painful your rejection is to me? Do you understand how your constant rejection makes me feel undesirable, unattractive, and old?
Do you understand that each time you reject me, I feel a little less guilty about fucking around behind your back? Do you get that each time you push me away, you are actually pushing me into some other man's bed?
Well, I thought you may want to know.
Your loving wife,
Kat"
* For obvious reasons, I never gave hubby the note, but there are times when my frustration level gets so high that I really, really wish I could.
Can anyone else relate to this? Please, tell me I'm not alone.
Attempt #1 (in bed at 7:30 a.m.):
Kat: (after giving Hubby 3/4 of an awesome edging blow job) Mmmm...how 'bout letting me ride you now, Honey?
Hubby: (putting his hard dick back in Kat's mouth and pushing her head down on it again) No, this is great. Just finish me.
Attempt #2 (on the living room couch at about 1:15 p.m. with the kids occupied in the other room for the next 30 minutes):
Kat: (curling up next to Hubby on the couch and kissing his neck seductively) I am really craving a nice (kiss)...hard (ear nibble)...ass fucking, Honey. How about going back to the bedroom with me for a few minutes while the kids are occupied?
Hubby: Now? But the ball game is about to start. We can do that later. Did you make the popcorn yet?
Attempt #3 (in bed at 10:00 p.m.):
Kat: (in bed naked, snuggling up next to hubby, who's wearing sweats and pajamas, as if this were Siberia in the winter) Well, we have lots of time now (kiss...hand wandering down to his waist, trying to find a way in)....What do you think we could do now?
Hubby: Jeez, Kat! Don't you think of anything besides sex? It's late, ya know.
Kat (turning onto her other side, away from Hubby, trying not to sound too upset or disappointed): Sorry, Honey. Goodnight.
I laid there, unable to sleep for a few hours, trying to deal with all the swirling feelings. Then I got up, went into the other room, and wrote this note:
"Dear Hubby,
You asked if I ever think of anything besides sex. As a matter of fact, I do. I think about earning a living, paying the bills, raising our children, grocery shopping, cleaning, taxes, laundry, PTA meetings, getting the car serviced, scheduling a parent-teacher conference, dinner menus for the week, scheduling play dates for our youngest, ironing, cooking, getting the cat her shots, communicating with extended family members, my annual check up, your health, keeping you happy, keeping the kids happy, keeping the neighbors happy, keeping my employees happy, keeping my clients happy, keeping my honey-on-the-side happy, and occasionally, I'll think about finding some time to read. After almost 25 years of marriage, I'd think you would know I'm constantly thinking about things besides sex.
But here's the deal - The need for sex is like a constant undertone vibrating through me at all times. It's the background noise going on while I'm thinking about all those other things. Sometimes it's a quiet nudging, but if it has been a while it becomes a loud, demanding and distracting roar. Still, I keep thinking about all those other things and ignoring it to the best of my ability, but it's always there. It's never completely gone. Sometimes, I'm a little bit wet and wishing I could get some relief and other times I'm so horny I can barely breathe.
It's not my fault that I've been blessed with some pretty strong perimenopausal hormones that keep that undertone of sexual desire going strong. It's also not my fault that your libido has decreased to almost nothing and that whatever is left is 100% focused on you.
Would it kill you to at least pretend that you care enough to acknowledge that this is a real need of mine and not just something I'm making up because I'm selfish? Do you think you could manage not treating me like a deviant or a freak because I want to have sex more than once a month? Do you have any idea - even a remote one - how painful your rejection is to me? Do you understand how your constant rejection makes me feel undesirable, unattractive, and old?
Do you understand that each time you reject me, I feel a little less guilty about fucking around behind your back? Do you get that each time you push me away, you are actually pushing me into some other man's bed?
Well, I thought you may want to know.
Your loving wife,
Kat"
* For obvious reasons, I never gave hubby the note, but there are times when my frustration level gets so high that I really, really wish I could.
Can anyone else relate to this? Please, tell me I'm not alone.
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