Oh, yes!

Yesterday, the Big Dude and I had The Discussion about his "marital duties" comment and its unfortunate effect. I was nervous about broaching the subject beforehand. I have tried quite hard not to be overly interventionist about our new approach, because I think it is important that he takes some responsibility in this area. But I decided that providing some feedback is okay.

And I was quite proud of us. We were both honest in a tactful way and no one sulked or made any stupid accusations. It was very mature of us.

And to celebrate our incredible maturity, we had a little "adult time." He initiated without any asking or hinting around from me for the fourth time in a row. And it was good. Oh yes, it was very good.

You know one thing I love about sex? The way that past memories can invade my mind at key moments, enriching a moment which is all about present pleasures with a sense of continuity and of past joys.

Last night, I was just about to come, and I had this sudden memory of the way the Big Dude and I used to make out by the river when we were first getting together. It was so hot. And I remembered the first time he took off my bra. He looked at my breasts as if he couldn't believe his luck, and breathed out, "Thank you, God." He told me later that I had the most perfect pink nipples he had ever seen. Yeah, my breasts are pretty good. Even I think so. A small compensation for a roundish bum, which you may have noticed I can be quite sensitive about.

You know another thing I love about sex? The moment after I have just had my first orgasm. Everything is so swollen, so soft, so quiveringly sensitive. And then he starts again and the pleasure ramps up almost unbearably. Everything seems right with the world.

And you know a third thing I love? I loved the fact that, snuggling together afterwards, I could smell my own juices on his face. Sometimes that can be a little... confronting. Its such a distinctive smell. Not at all bad, but not like anything else. Tangy? Salty? No, I can't seem to find the right words for that distinctive smell.

But last night, that smell seemed so... erotic. So loving. So powerful.

That smell said, "You know those parts of you that are secret, that are dark, that you find too powerful, that you fear are dirty, that you are a little afraid of? They are okay. In fact, they are delicious."

Oh, I am happy. Very happy. And so relaxed!