Enthusiasm

Another night, another sex date.

My Big Dude said, "I've been really looking forward to being with you tonight. I'm tired and I'm weak, but I'm enthusiastic."

And he was, too!

My luck seems to be changing.

I Spoke Too Soon

I spoke too soon about the weeks or months thing, because my Big Dude showed up for our sex date on Saturday.

It all seemed very unpromising. He looked pale and tired and complained he felt dizzy, so I assumed that our date was off. But I got out of the shower to find him waiting patiently for me in my bed.

And it was lovely.

I think the loveliest part was that, in between licking me to several orgasms, he rested his head so tenderly near my pussy and breathed in my scent. He was tired, but he still just wanted to be there, breathing me in and sighing with contentment.

I was sighing with contentment, too.

Beans in a Jar

I've just been reading a post over at one of my favourite blogs. It's about the old beans in a jar theory: how when you meet someone and fall in love, you could go out and get yourself a jar and a packet of beans and, every time you have sex, put a bean in the jar. The jar will be nearly full very early on. Then get married or commit. Every time you have sex, take a bean out of the jar. You will never empty it.

So true.

And some of it is probably over-confidence. On Friday night, the Big Dude and I had a sex date. Then, through a series of unforeseeable events, we ended up having friends over for dinner that night, so we deferred to the following night. Then the next night, he wasn't well, so we deferred again. Then again. Now, of course, nothing has happened at all.

And I am annoyed at myself because, just after the dinner was over and our friends had left, my Big Dude said, assuming I was tired, "I suppose we're off for tonight?" and I said yes.

I am an idiot. I should have jumped him while I had the chance. For all I know, the next time is now weeks or months away.

Because despite having been to work, looked after a toddler, cleaned up for visitors, made a meal for six and spent the evening with friends, I really wasn't that tired. I'm never too tired to have sex.

And this is what made me laugh about that post: the reasons why the women don't want to have sex and the male thinking in response. Tertia thinks it's men who think like the words in italics but, in our case, it's me!

We are tired (They are too, they still want to shag!)

We don’t feel as great about ourselves as we used to (They don’t care! They STILL want to shag, even if we are a little broader / softer / greyer! They still want us, thank goodness.)

It’s the kids (They have kids too, but they still want to shag)

We get irritated with them for not doing enough housework / not being attentive enough / breathing (They get irritated with us too, but they still want to shag!)

They are not as romantic as they used to be (They will do romance if it will means more shagging! Will it mean more shagging??)

There isn’t enough time (They will make time! Have you got five minutes?)

We are angry with them (Well then! Let’s shag to make up!)

If you'd like to know what at least some of the women who can't be bothered to have more sex with their husbands are thinking, have a look here.

I Love These Internet Quizzes

You scored as Classical Liberal. You are a classical liberal. You are sceptical about much of the historicity of the Bible, and the most important thing Jesus has done is to set us a good moral example that we are to follow. Doctrines like the trinity and the incarnation are speculative and not really important, and in the face of science and philosophy the surest way we can be certain about God is by our inner awareness of him. Discipleship is expressed by good moral behaviour, but inward religious feeling is most important. Classical Liberal 79% Emergent/Postmodern 79% Modern Liberal 75% Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan 64% Neo orthodox 50% Charismatic/Pentecostal 50% Roman Catholic 39% Reformed Evangelical 14% Fundamentalist 7% What's your theological worldview? created with QuizFarm.com

This is really quite accurate. I have always liked those nineteenth century liberals and I'm happy to grouped with them. Although if I had my way, this picture would be of George Eliot.

A point of interest: I am the only theological liberal with pentcostal/charismatic experience and beliefs that I have ever met.

Our Friday Nights

I went to bed with my Big Dude last night and it was good.

We started slow, a little uncertain because it had been two months. But my Big Dude finally said something right.

He said, "We’ve got our Friday nights back!" Our Friday nights. He seemed happy – even eager.

And we had a great time. There was joking, there was giggling, there was deep, soft kissing. Unusually for us, I climbed on top. And I had four intense orgasms – the first so hard and long, it was like a volcano erupting.

Then I brought him to a climax with my mouth and hands. Is it wierd that I thought his penis, which had just been inside me, tasted more delicious than usual?

Hmmm, nice.