what? no boxers?

It's been damn fun being kidless for the summer. Christie's gone back home till mid-August, so Andy and I are free to do whatever we want, when we want and however we want. Let's just say it spices things up a bit and makes us that much more adventurous.

IF adventurous means going sans underwear, then Andy was indeed adventurous today. The real adventure lay in the fact that as we were standing on the balcony kissing, he decided to finally share with me the fact that he had no underwear on. Well, that immediately piqued my curiosity. I wanted to know what it felt like, did he like it, did he hate it? And could I tell the difference by looking, feeling?

I just so happened to rub up against him and that's when the real fun began. I know boxers are made of just about the thinnest material known to man and offer no resistance/ support whatsoever to the goods, but I swear I could feel a difference without them. Things were perking up at my slightest touch. Very nice!

We thought it best to take the party inside. I took a spot in my favorite livingroom chair. Andy walked over to me, stopped and stood in front of me, waiting. I must say it was about 20x sexier to peel his pants off and find him stark naked underneath. Hello! I. Like. That.

Delicious sex ensued. We swapped sexual favors on various pieces of furniture and ended up on the floor, close and satisfied. The livingroom is fun. Maybe we'll do it in the livingroom all summer long. That way when the kid comes back, the bedroom will be fresh and exciting again. Of course there are those mirrored closet doors on the way to our ensuite...that could also be very adventurous.

climbing right on

Whew! Being kidless for the summer is fun. And I've been relishing this self-imposed challenge to indulge Andy's every-third-minute thought with frivolous abandon!

The other night we tried out a new whiskey at a bar in Silverlake. It was tasty, but it almost put us flat on our asses before we'd even finished one glass. It was a gorgeous warm SoCal night. We wandered (stumbled) down a section of Sunset Blvd as we left the bar, finding cool hidden spots where we could grab a feel and basically kiss like a couple of teenagers. He has very yummy kisses, still.

When the booze wore off enough Andy drove us home safely. Still riding on a faint buzz I wanted to have my way with him before total sobriety hit. When I came out of the bedroom/bathroom after freshening up he was lying on the couch. I nonchalantly got naked and climbed right onto his mouth, backwards, as my own mouth went for his dick. For some reason this was way more comfortable on the couch than it ever is in the bed. I was loving it just fine...............

It didn't take long for me. At all. Combination of the booze, the freedom to be wild, the 10-day dry spell and his skilled mouth...well, that's all I needed! After my glorious moment I rode him to high heaven and brought him to his own buckin' bronco moment.

Nice to be back in the saddle...yee-ha!

every 3 minutes?

Andy deserves a medal for putting up with me over the last few months. Between my juggling a full-time job, a teenage daughter who usually takes priority over my time and an extremely busy visit from my other daughter last week...oh yeah, AND the bitchy/blue phase that followed after both daughters left me for the summer...yeah, he deserves several medals. Seriously, he's such a good sport and never gets mad even when I'm running around like a crazywoman.

It was a few days after the girls left before Dinamo returned in full force, but Andy and I finally had sex after about a 10 day hiatus. It was mostly an urgent 'unloading' as there's seldom time for romance with that kind of build-up! Nevertheless, it was nice to get back in the groove. The next morning I woke up early and Andy was already in the livingroom sketching and painting like there was no tomorrow. 

He was bouncing around, oozing happiness, and I couldn't help but ask if I had 'inspired' him with our lovemaking last night. He said Hell yeah! It sure is nice to clear the mind of sex. It leaves more room for creativity.

His remark sort of perplexed me. I said Really? I paused a few moments, then asked Like how often do you actually think about sex?


Now, guys, this probably comes as no surprise to you, but honestly, I never thought a 50-year old guy would say...about every 3 minutes. Ladies, is this surprising to you? No shit!

I must admit, once it sank in, I was kind of turned on by the fact that sex is so top of mind for my guy. Which pretty much means I can have it anytime I want it. Cool...I just may take that as a challenge. We have the summer to ourselves. Might as well make it HOT.

insatiable wife

One of things I was most looking forward to about living with Andy was the constant access to sex. I love sex, I crave it, I seek it, it is one of my greatest joys. Sex via Skype can make one crazy over the long term. It's great for teasing, taunting, and relieving immediate tension, but it's just not enough. Eventually we need the real thing.

I am happy to say that I now have it! Andy isn't privy to the Dinamo nickname and its origin, but he is familiar with my sexual appetite. Let's just say he is a happy man since we moved in together. I love to please him in every sexual way and I am usually the initiator, though we are both very affectionate in a physical way all day long.

One of my favorite things to do is to say something really intimate and dirty to him when he is least expecting it, like when we're walking down the street looking in shop windows or something. And then I thoroughly enjoy his reaction. Today I told him what nasty things I think about while he's going down on me. He grabbed me and made some comment about his insatiable wife.

I love those Freudian slips . It's not the first time he's referred to me as his wife. He does it every now and then. I do too, in my mind, but I catch that husband word before I speak it. I know we're not close to married yet, but the fact that these slips happen means that we feel that close and familiar with each other. That makes me warm and fuzzy. And horny.

a sense of sexual urgency

Some months come and go without my period even making a dent in my life. This is kind of nice, I guess, as I know plenty of women who seem to barely survive the monthly symptoms that have been duly named the curse.

So I go bumpity bump along at a pretty normal pace with no incapacitating pain or vicious moods or bloated belly. I am really grateful for that. But what does affect me every few cycles is an unsatiable appetite for sex and emotional attachment.

It happens during ovulation and this month it hit me like a tidal wave. I could not stop thinking about Andy--about my body being naked next to his under the sheets, going down on him in the middle of the night (or any time of day), having him explore me inside and out, fucking without a condom, the musky smell of him, tasting sex on him, looking into his eyes, hearing him tell me how much he loves me, talking about forever things, dreaming about Santorini and Paris with him, omg the list goes on...

Feeling these strong urges, I fantasized about them with Andy on Skype and I grew closer to him by the minute. All this made me realize that Mother Nature is working her magic through this thing called ovulation. Procreate! Procreate! she screams. These crazy feelings are exactly how women end up pregnant! (well, after fucking without a condom) And I would def be sooo tempted to act on my impulses if I were in the same room/house/state as Andy.

I breathed a big sigh of relief when this 3 day ovulation cycle ended. Of course, with 2,500 miles between us I did not get knocked up. Next month, and perhaps every month for the rest of my life, what am I gonna do?

I have to find some other reliable method to keep us from being parents again. Because we plan to be fucking like rabbits for a long time. As it stands now I am sure to be jumping his bones with reckless abandon on a regular basis. These feelings are just too damn delicious to deny...

late night snack

I had the most delicious booty last night. I'd worked a full day at one of our sites 2 hours away, and all the way home I wrestled with thoughts of calling Rob.

Rob and I recently agreed that we want different things from each other. He has accepted the fact that I have chosen to pursue life with Andy, not with him. He had hoped that we would at least be lovers up until the time Andy and I can be/live together. And I thought that would be possible.

But the last few times Rob and I had been together I did not feel romantically attracted, and he ended up disppointed and lonely. I had hoped we could just hang out and be friends. Rob said he didn't know how to do that--he only knew how to love me. So it was our deal that he would only call me if he wanted a friend, and I would only call him if I wanted his love.

Days had gone by. Not even a week. And here I was having visions of him standing naked over me. It had been too long since I touched a man's body and I was starting to miss its hardness, its smell and taste. I'm thinking what the hell is wrong with me?

The answer? Ovulation.

I got home and tried to distract myself with unpacking my suitcase, walking Snoop, showering, getting ready for bed, even blogging. And I was successful to a point--I didn't call him.

Instead I drove over to his house at 10pm, tiptoed inside, and slipped into his bed. He instantly rolled on to me and our bodies found their way back into a familiar groove. I liked it dark so that I didn't have to look him in the eye. I just wanted to take his body.

I grabbed his firm ass and ground myself into him. I dove into his armpit. God, he smelled good. I tasted his nipples and sent him reeling. His cock was deep inside me before I could go down on him. Everything felt so intensified--it was super delicious. And I did get a nice mouthful later. Plus he got me off in 5 minutes flat. I apparently needed that.

Man oh man, I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be able to live without such fantastic sex...?

outta my gourd

I'm having one of those days where there are so many things I could and should be doing, but I don't feel like doing any of them. I'm bored. It feels dangerous.

Today's the first day in the last 6 that I actually feel good. I hadn't been sick for like 2 years until this past week when I got a massive headcold. Now that I'm out of that mess, I'm into another--BOREDOM.

Not much is holding my interest today even though it's finally warmer out, snow is melting and the sun's shining, and I'm feeling good again for God's sake! The kids are at their dad's and I'm listening to good tunes all by myself. No one to bug me or need anything from me. A wide open day and I don't know what the hell to do with it.

Two hours later: I've vacuumed the house, scraped ice off my driveway, fantasized about sex (while doing those things), looked through the cupboards, started a load of laundry and finally I realized what my problem is. In this last week I've forgotten who I am.

I've had very little chance to do something that makes me feel good about myself. No great work accomplishments (I could barely function), no profound moments as mother (that was also a struggle being sick), and no sex. Rob seemed a little scared of catching what I had, so he stayed away. Not that I was in the mood for sex anyway...and he called me a couple times a day asking if I needed anything, he brought me flowers on Friday night and visited (cautiously) for a couple hours. He was very sweet.

But when I finally spent some time with him yesterday afternoon, I felt like there was something standing between us. He was distracted, or he was treating me different. He didn't flirt with me, holy shit, that was it!!! Now that's something I've never seen from him. From the day I met him, he was a flirt. And yesterday he was not. I felt slighted. But we went some places together and by the time he dropped me off back at home I felt okay.

Last night I went to his house and we watched a movie till 10 or so, then went to bed. We got physical, and sex was very satisfying in a physical way, but I longed for the closeness of our hearts that we usually have prior to getting physical. I'm missing the intimacy. That's always been the magic ingredient that makes our sex so deeply moving and explosive.

This morning was better. We had our typical Sunday morning lying in bed touching, feeling each other's warmth, finding private spots to caress, lingering until we decide it's time to get out of bed while it's still light out. Then we chat over coffee, in separate chairs in his livingroom so that we actually talk instead of screw.

And it was there, from across the room, that he 'sparkled' at me, his beautiful blue eyes. He had been saying something about how he should move his new tv to the other wall and blah blah blah (?) whatever, I was undressing him, feeling his hot skin, smelling it, letting his love envelop me as I happily succumb to the moment..... Then he looks at me, smiles, and says Hey you, where'd you go?!, meanwhile knowing damn well where I went.

I just haven't had enough of him after that dry spell. I'm going back for more tonight. Superbowl or not. I'm going to lift his shirt and brush my face across his stomach, feel that smoothness and let my lips follow that soft fur trail leading downward. That warm smell I can't resist. Run my hands up his shirt across his softly sculpted chest, noticing whether his nipples are hard or not, finding my way around to his back and pulling myself tightly against him. I'll bury my face in his neck, take a couple gentle bites while I grind against him and then plant soft kisses all the way to his mouth. I want a long soft kiss. I want his total involvement. Throw me down on the couch, pin me down and have his way with me. Put his whole being into me.

That's not asking for much, right?