The minute I'm told I can't have something I start to want it even more. For example, my doctor once told me that I could not drink alcohol with a particular medication I was taking. Now, I haven't had a drink of alcohol for over 20 years, but as soon as the doctor told me I couldn't, that was all I could think about.
My doctor did it to me again. I had a medical procedure done on Friday and my doctor said, "No sex for two weeks."
Nooooo! Are you kidding me?
If I were in-between prowling stints, it wouldn't really matter. Two weeks without sex with hubby is normal. In fact, if we had sex at least every two weeks I might not be the sex crazed, constantly horny Kat you have come to know and love (Nah...I'd still be horny). But since I've really embraced my prowling side, two weeks without sex seems like an eternity.
Hubby is not helping at all. As soon as he heard I couldn't have sex, he got horny and started touching, caressing, cuddling, kissing. WTF???!!!! It only took me a few hours to figure it out (assisted by his cock slipping into my mouth) -- For hubby, sex is all about him (I know, shocking, isn't it?). A two week moratorium for me means a party for him. He gets all the oral and anal he can finagle out of me without having to make even a tiny effort to please me.
What happened to his lack of interest in sex? What about his performance difficulties? Trust me. They will magically reappear on day 14 of my doctor-imposed chastity period.
In the meantime, I can't close my eyes without a delectable picture of my naked and sexy honey popping into my head.
The doc said the two weeks would be no big deal because I wouldn't even want sex for a couple of weeks. Who was she kidding?
Clearly, she forgot who she was talking to.
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Sunday, April 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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