sex perfection

One of the things I love about long term relationships is the evolution of the sex. Not until you're with someone day after day, and possibly night after night, do you have the chance to have sex often enough that you can experiment with its nuances in the hopes of reaching perfection.

Andy and I are getting to the point where we are trying variations on a few of our favorite sexual routines (please note that the word routine does not imply boring in any shape or form). We now exchange orgasms more often per week than we eat meat. Talk about healthy living!

It usually starts like this:

Somebody grabs the other one's crotch in the kitchen/walking by/while getting dressed. Lots of kissing and groping. Work our way into the bedroom assuming we're not already there/if the kid's home. Andy lays me down on the bed and more kissing and groping, this time underneath the clothes. Clothes are peeled off. Skin touches...ahhhh. Under the covers (it's still winter).

And then...

The sucking starts. One of us goes down on the other. This almost always (lately) turns into 69 with him on top. And I think it's kind of rare for the guy to be on top because when I tried to google images of 69 with man on top, there were none to be found. Love it! I am indeed a lucky girl.

Andy works his magic on me in a rather expert way, with several months' practice behind him. Let's say he knows his way around the plumbing. And it's all the hotter for me because while he is pleasuring me I am totally pinned down, with his c*** f****ing my f***.

My mind immediately drifts to a recurring fantasy of an office scenario where he's my boss, and before I can go home for the day I have to get him off while he eats me on top of his desk. I can just see it--heels and all. Actually heels and nothing. It's all very dirty and dutiful, but I am good at my job. He pays me well and rewards me with bonuses. Plain and simple, I love serving him.

So yeah, this fantasy gives me good Os on a regular basis. He coaxes it out of me like a slippery, sweet prize. I feel its approach from a warm glow to a raging heat, then it kind of buzzes its way through me. It's a very pleasant buzz, mind you, but I think it could be better. I'm looking for the big KA-POW! Maybe it has to do with the upside-down position. So today I've asked him to experiment with his technique once I reach the peak. And he'll know when that is.

Andy was glad I asked. He doesn't mind trying new things or 'having' to do things over and over again. I'm not sure I've ever met a guy who liked pussy so much. Like I said, I'm a very lucky woman. In fact, we could both use more practice to achieve perfection. I'm looking forward to it. Counting the hours, actually.

like a honeymoon

Rob took me on a consolation getaway this weekend. I say consolation because he had offered to take me to Florida for a week, but I couldn't in good conscience accept such a large gift considering the state of our relationship. I did agree to a one-night getaway to a dreamy location about 2 hours away.

The weather was just perfect, a sunny and balmy fall day, the colours of the trees at their peak. I'd been to this place before for work, but Rob had not. I knew he would love it there because of the falls, the woods and the rural location, and I was right.

It was a day and night filled with greatness. We hiked and stumbled upon an art gallery that was so alive with character and painters doing their stuff while we watched. Gorgeous scenery, sun beaming and water sparkling. Our dinner was tres romantic and the wine was as fabulous as the food.

I believe Rob used this trip to his advantage. Rob was determined to let me know how he truly felt about me. He was expressive beyond anything he'd ever said or done before. He even mentioned not once, but twice, how this felt like a honeymoon. That's a word he never brought up before because it is too damn close to marriage, and we just didn't go there in conversation. I think he has realized what a mistake that was.

At dinner he'd forgotten his glasses, so he handed me his credit card and asked me to take care of the bill. Even to sign for him. You may not think much of this act, but I'll tell ya it was big. First of all, we usually split the cost of things, so this felt really different. Second, him expecting me to sign his name, was like, being married. It actually made my heart jump, it felt so different.

Moving onward, we are up in our room christening the bed. He's on top of me, moving slowly, looking into my eyes, when he says I just want you to know that I really love you and if you're ready, I'm ready to have a relationship at any level that you want.

OK, so that's big too. About 6 months too late, but I can definitely appreciate the sentiment.

And THEN, he made some reference to taking me to Santorini some day.

OK, you have to realize that that's the clincher here. That basically means I will marry you.

So, yes, I am stunned, and scared that he will propose to me in this bed, on this trip, and I will have to say.....honey, sorry, no. But he must have seen the look on my face cuz he said don't worry I'm not going to ask you to marry me.

Phew!!! Since the pressure was off, I was very much able to play along in our fantasy honeymoon. And I must admit it was pretty fun, and sexy. We made a lot of love in that room. The photo is mine (for a change). It's the view from the balcony of the room we stayed in. Makes a nice honeymoon spot, dontcha think?