Sexcess!!!

Well, my special thanks to Rob for his encouragement to get back on the "bike" (ha ha) and to Bromley for her sound advice to set a specific time for our sex date and keep the man busy until then. Because it worked, and it was the best we'd done in ages, and with an unexpected and delicious bonus.

We set a night. We set a time. I made it clear that he could reschedule if he wasn't feeling well and I wouldn't resent it as long as he told me as early in the day as possible. And we had a nice day, with a leisurely brunch with the newspapers, as he likes to do.

And he helped me to get our baby down and the major chores done early.

And when the time came, he didn't "forget". He didn't stare at the TV like it was about to reveal the meaning of life. He didn't look surprised and somewhat shocked to find out that it was that time again when we'd already done it this year. He didn't look at me like I was a chore. He played me rock and roll love songs and danced with me and told me I was beautiful.

And I didn't sit there thinking sadly of all the times things had gone wrong. I took a long, hot shower, sprayed on perfume I know he likes, put on something pretty that showed just enough to be interesting, and read a few pages of a light, sexy novel that got me in the mood, too.

And it was good. There was long, slow kissing. There was tender and passionate touching. There were silly jokes and giggling. And there were orgasms. Lot of orgasms.

Well, actually, that was the unexpected bonus. I think I had a true multiple orgasm last night.

Let me explain. I am fairly easily orgasmic. I would practically never have any kind of sexual activity without an orgasm. And the thing is, my partner has talent in this area. A rarely exercised talent, its true, but talent all the same. He is like one of those former sports stars who have retired, but then suddenly and unexpectedly return to the field and blitz the opposition, showing they've still got it.

I remember when we had been broken up for three years and got back together. In that time, I'd had a few sexual partners. Some of them were pretty good. I'd learned a few things. But I remember that the night we made love again, for the first time in three years, I realized that it was far and away the best sex I'd had in three years. And not just because of the feelings, the closeness, but because some men are just naturally good at this stuff and he is one of those men.

Anyway, I would usually have several orgasms with my partner. One after another, with a little rest in between. My record in one session is eight, and I would reliably have two or three. And I thoroughly enjoy them. But last night, the second one started before the first one had ended, and the third one started before the second one had faded. It just went on and on. And it was good! After we'd finished, I just lay there, gasping with pleasure. And my partner lay there smugly, feeling like an utter sex god.

It was good, good, good. And it wasn't just the orgasms. The feeling between us was good, good, good.

Just thinking about it, I have felt the need to break off in the middle of this posting to have a little dance around the loungeroom, singing James Brown songs:

I feel good (dee dee diddle-dee dee dee - dazed look of a truly satisfied woman)
I knew that I would now (little jig)
I fee-e-el good (sensuous wiggle on the spot)
I knew that I would now (dee dee diddle-dee dee dee - big grin)
So good (punch the air)
So good (head banginging)
I got you!!!!! (dah, dah, dah.... yeah!)