Thursday, July 8, 2010

An evening to remember

The other night, I was working late. I was a little bummed out, since Mr. S. and I had an argument that morning and I was expecting a few hours of housework when I got home.

Instead, the house was spotless. There were candles everywhere. A lace nightie and matching panties were laid out on the bed. And he was nowhere to be found.

The surprise made me smile, but where was he? As I stood there, assessing the situation, I figured I had an opportunity to create a surprise of my own. I slipped on the lingerie, got out my favorite vibrator, and began pleasuring myself on the bed. Sure enough, a few moments later I heard him walking back upstairs from his office. His voice then, whispering my name in a question first softly, then in a more playful tone.

He found me splayed out on pillows, legs spread, eyes closed, nearly orgasmic. The growl he emitted as he pounced onto the bed was all the reinforcement I needed.

If I wrote the play-by-play for the next four hours, it'd take at least six blog posts. My man has never been so attentive... or so well-rewarded for his efforts. But I will say this: surprising your partner? Always a good idea. An hours of nonstop bliss and lust sort of good idea.

Today my nipples ache from friction and it's a little hard to walk straight, but I've got quite a smile on my face. And a few good ideas for tonight.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

dream a little dream

Lately, my sex life has been off-and-on. Last week, we had amazing sex. AH-mazing. And like, three nights in a row. There were multiple toys involved, a variety of positions, marathon sessions--you name it. I came on my man's cock more times last week then I had in the last several months. The impetus for our spurt was the latest product I tested for It's not that the product was earth-shattering or anything, just that it gave us "an excuse" to focus on sex without feeling selfish or silly. It shouldn't, but there it is.

One not-terrible "side effect" of our lack of sex is that I have crazy hot dreams. Last night, I had one in which I was on my knees, my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was begging to be fucked hard and wet. I could feel the thick head of his cock force its way into my pussy--only to have it disappear. I'd wriggle my ass, arch my back, beg some more. In it would go again, stretching, pounding, only to disappear. I was so horny when I woke up this morning I nearly humped the light post outside our house for lack of a better partner!

Oh, reader, don't even ASK about morning sex. It does -not- happen Chez Sparks. As much as I love a good morning romp, my man is set against it.

Since he doesn't do mornings and we're both extremely busy these days, we're both exhausted by the time evening rolls around. The only time sex happens is when we force it to happen. We literally have to schedule sex. There's something about that that feels so forced and unnatural, and when you couple with that the fact that I'm the household scheduler, it also means I'm doing all the initiating again. So, right now I'm looking for a few new ideas... things to really bring some element of surprise back into our sex. Any thoughts?