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Day 19

There are days that I get bugged at my husband, and yesterday was one of them. If I get mad at him I will not want to look at my the DH and for sure  not want to have sex with him. I decide not to get mad. I change my attitude. I don’t want to have sex with someone I can’t stand to look at. Yuck! I choose to let go so I can enjoy sex tonight. This is huge for me.

We were finishing up posts last night when DH says something to get me to look at his computer. He has a big rock hard penis standing straight up staring at me. I start to laugh and say “Wow! That is huge! I haven’t seen that in a while before sex.”  He asks if I want to post a picture of it. I say, “No, but I will take some photos of it.” I took a bunch of photos of it with Instagram. Just kidding! Just on my phone. Note to self…transfer these photos to the computer “special” file, soon, so I don’t accidentally show the mom at school my new baby photos, but instead gets a photo shot of a penis staring at her. We close up our computers and head into the bedroom.

We snuggle face to face and hug and squeeze and caress each other. DH starts to kiss me and starts with a lick of the tongue then quickly changes using his lips first. He says sorry about the tongue action when I react fast with a bunch of licks to his lips and we both belt out with laughter. This makes the licking funny and the laughter puts us right in the mood to have sex. I love having fun with him, life is so much more enjoyable!

DH has an instant boner that is raging. He had been horny all day, and let me know this throughout the day. We continue laying on our sides kissing, making-out, and caressing each other everywhere. I am super wet, as I am ovulating which helps with my lubrication and my horniness. We can’t wait to put his penis inside me. I have my left leg pretty much in the top scissor position to get his penis almost all the way in. It’s difficult to get the penis all the way inside of me with this side scissor position. We are loving it, and I am dripping all over him and me. I am caressing his balls and the base of his penis and a brush or two of his perineum if I can reach that far. I hate it when I can’t reach those areas, as I know he really likes me to touch them, but some positions do not allow me to easily get to them. I did caress his “luscious zone” as DH likes to call it. The Luscious Zone is the area of the front hip that is apparently called the “groin” area. The top of the hip area down to the top of the inner thigh. That soft spot of skin that is smooth and makes a diagonal line heading towards the love scepter, or penis. As soon as I touch the groin area, DH reaches orgasm.

We start to kiss after and he did the tiny tip of tongue lick thing he does, so I slobber all over his lips with wet tongue and kisses and we break out in laughter all over again, saying how much we love each other and how fun that was.

Day 18

Last night was fun.

I begged myself and DH if we could skip having sex last night. Please!!! I don’t want to have sex tonight! I am so tired! I just want to snuggle and go to bed! I just want a back tickle! I just want to go to bed!!

We got into bed, naked as we always do. And instead of turning away from DH and looking at my phone or reading a book, I turn to DH and snuggle. I put my left leg over his crotch area, lay my head in the nook of his neck, and stretch my arm out across his barrel chest. We used to snuggle in this position all throughout dating and our first year of marriage. As soon as we moved to our first house we bought, we stopped snuggling face to face each night.

I remember specifically when we moved to our new house that we had stopped snuggling on each other, and stopped having our dog sleep in our bed. Two tragedies. With the move and being newly pregnant and hormonal, it must have changed the flow of things.

After having kids, the front snuggle rarely happens. We spoon all the time, but usually me in front with DH as close as possible or DH giving me a tickle. I know, I am spoiled. I have noticed since starting this new adventure of ours, the sex everyday for a year thing, that I have turned towards my husband almost every night and engaged in some way. How nice! A miracle? Or just a conscious decision to change things. Maybe a bit of both. That’s just plain sad that we let that happen. It just evolves some how and you don’t even realize how far you’ve gone. Next thing you know, we would’ve been having sex a few times a year, then a few times every 5 years. Ew!

Since we were facing each other, we were caressing and tickling each other every where. Mmmm. I’m surprised how much I like it, since I am so freaking tired. I am rubbing DH’s body everywhere and we are slow about it. I could go on with this forever. I am thinking that I hope we never stop. He is touching me down in my vagina area and I am going crazy! I love it when he takes a while because I can’t wait for him to start rubbing my clitoris. I am going crazy, again! I start to go down with my hands since I am so horny and I can’t wait. I am rubbing myself and then he starts rubbing himself. We are horny. I am feeling the feeling of “gawd! yes! i am going to cum!” Then the clothes washer starts to get off balance and we can hear the rattle and roll. DH has to leave and adjust the washer or it will break and maybe wake up my parents upstairs. Ugh.

DH leaves to fix the clothes washer and I continue to nurture myself in the clitoral area, but I need my DH to keep the feeling alive! I can masturbate and reach orgasm when I am in the mood, but when I am in the mood to cum with my husband, that is what I want. I keep rubbing myself, thinking I am wet enough, but maybe I should get some KY, it might help. When DH runs back, the mood is broken but I ask for some KY and ask for him to be inside of me while I continue to touch myself. Sometimes I can cum when he is inside me, but it can be a distraction. Tonight it is not a distraction, but the mood has changed and I am pretty sure I am not going to have an O.

DH reaches orgasm with me pushing on his knees, which is a new one. He is on top of me and he is kneeling and sitting on me, and I was trying different things when I held his knees and pushed them up, and he went into instant pre-orgasm. I love it when we try something new and it works! DH came, and it was good.

Then baby woke up and started crying. Thank you for waiting!

 

Day 17

This is the most sex we have ever had! We have never gone this many days in a row, even when we were dating. I’m not positive on that, but highly probable. I am pretty sure that we skipped a day here and there for some reason or another.

We have been catching up on HuluPlus and watching the first episodes of Parenthood and Modern Family. I can’t believe that I did not watch these episodes live! I am having to catch up on all the episodes of Premiere week?! My life is new to me. This is good. Maybe some day I won’t even care what’s on TV and only care about having sex with my husband. That’s kind of how it is right now. Kind of.

We had a day of errands and ended a day with the kids eating popcorn for dinner and watching “Gruffalo’s Child” and part of “Donkey X” from Redbox. We set up the futon in the living room floor for the kid’s to fall asleep on after movies, but realized we couldn’t stay up if they stayed out here. We put the 2 boys in our bedroom with the baby boy so we could watch Hulu and catch up on our last two blog entries.

I’m just finishing one blog entry and into “Modern Family” when the DH pulls out his hard penis through his first pair of sweat shorts he has ever owned! I am thinking, “Can we wait until I am done with blogs and hulu?”, then realize, “Wait! A hard penis! One that I don’t have to spend a lot of time on and get hard! Take advantage!” I strip down and get on the futon with the lights on and any neighbors to look in on if they tried hard. I am a little nervous about the possibility of Peeping Tom’s. I told my husband that we used to look in on house’s sometime’s in high school. Usually houses that we were toilet papering.

I realize in the middle of love making that I am asking a lot of questions and we are talking a lot. I have noticed this a few times the past few weeks. We don’t normally do this but I was asking what he likes and doesn’t like and past things we’ve done and how my squeezing his penis effects him. I am sure this is all good information but how can this be affecting our love making? I have turned out to be the girl that talks too much during sex.

I end up needing KY and ask DH to turn the lights off, but TV is still on but paused. We decide to do “doggy position” which we haven’t done in a while. I like this position, but it can be painful if I am not SUPER turned on. DH hits my cervix and it hurts me. I try to endure it, but most times I say to stop, and that it hurts too much. I tried to squeeze him and move forward a bit so he wouldn’t hit the end of me, but he just moves forward. I finally told him it hurt too much. DH doesn’t like to hurt me, and I know that, but it’s always hard for me to tell him. I hate to ruin the moment. He changes it up by not going in as far. Wow, how novel, but it makes a difference.

As soon as DH didn’t go inside me as far, he was ready to cum. And it didn’t hurt. I’d like to do that again. I ask DH more questions in the shower. What crazy thing did you do to not make it hurt? He said, “I just didn’t put my penis in as far in you”. Humph. That’s it! Amazing what can happen when you speak up!

 

Day 16

Oh wow! Tonight was go down on my pussy night! Yes, I said it! I had to give credit, as credit was due to the ol’ husband.

It doesn’t help that I had a couple of drinks tonight, as we were at a social engagement that involved alcoholic beverages. I was overly tired and not in the mood to do anything but turn over and fall asleep. We started kissing and next thing you know, DH is down there in pussyland. It feels really good and I am loving it, but I know instantly it probably is not going to happen. I wasn’t in the mood to tell him that and I also wasn’t in the mood to stop it. I thought, well, hell, if he wants to do this, let him have at it. I was really enjoying it and was in the moment and not thinking much besides that the tongue action was feeling good.

If I’ve had more than one drink, than I have a harder time having an orgasm. It really just depends. I like having sex without having alcohol in my body. I used to like having sex with alcohol in my body, but that is not the case anymore. I feel more physically and emotionally connected with my husband without alcohol in my body. But sometimes sex is fun without inhibitions and liquor can really heal a sex deprived and cold relationship. Not always, and not every day, but every once in a while. Moderation in all things, right? Since I am so perfect, I thought I would throw that one in.

We start to have sex with penis inside vagina, and it feels great. I am thinking for sure we will end with an orgasm on his end. But no. Dangit! Why can’t he cum? Buggarooni. I know he is loving it, and he has just been giving me oral sex for the past who knows when, he has to be horny! This night has to end with “I’m cumming!”

Why do I get irritated when he doesn’t cum? It’s more of a rarity when he can’t. But not lately since we are having sex everyday. I reach orgasm less than he does, on a regular basis. I’m sure I could have an orgasm every time I use the super duper powerful vibrator, but I don’t care to. I like trying different things. I really like having an orgasm orally or with DH using his fingers, or me using my fingers while husband is participating. These methods don’t always have the outcome of an orgasm, but the orgasm is more organic and real. I just like it better.

So neither of us reach an O, but it was fun trying and I am sure we will try again. It can’t hurt to try.

 

Day 15

This night was ‘nasty talk night’ sex. I don’t know why it turned out to be that way, but it just happened. I like to talk like that, it turns me on and I know it turns him on. But I always think, how’d it come to this? Is it bad? is it good? Is it healthy? Is it normal?

I like to talk the nasty, but some rare sex sessions most of what I say is bullshit. I think it’s fun to say, and fun to think that I may think that way, but for the most part I don’t. I think most of it turns the husband on, and he usually eggs it on. But I always question if he wants to role play or really wants to talk  nasty.

For instance, making the threesome, with the Optical “glass’s girl” sales person, that we used to frequent, happen. Yes, she was the girl I wish I had the guts to be and look like. Tall with her 6 inch heel boots, skinny, short dark goth looking hair and face, with piercings in her ears and probably no where else, but other people assume she has them elsewhere. She’s single, lives on her own, no boyfriend, no kids, and I’m jealous of that. She looks like “Lizbeth” in “Girl with a Dragon Tattoo” trilogy book, not movie. We, as in me and my husband, like to imagine our own “Lisbeth”.

I talk of ‘glasses girl’ doing it with DH, as I have a hard time fantasizing doing it with her. I think she is beautiful, and I am somewhat turned on by ‘girl on girl’ action, but really not with the physical me. Maybe a little. I can’t say I would never do ‘girl with girl’ love, and I have fantasized about it in my mid to late twenties, but I’m not sure if I were to ever be put in the situation that I would choose it or end up doing it.

I watched “Sirens” in my mid twenties and that was the first time that I was turned on by girl on girl action. I had never thought about it before. I thought that I would really like 3 experienced women to play with me however they pleased and see what happens. I think that would be nice. I would probably have to be single, and the three women would have to be women I don’t know and super beautiful to me. That is probably not going to happen now.

I don’t want to have a three-some. And if I did, I would want it to be with me and 2 guys, and probably not my husband. I would love to be able to have sex with other men while being married and have it be okay. But it’s not. And I would most likely want sex with other men I care about, not just random men. How is that even possible? It’s not. I mean it is, if you make that happen. I love my husband and he would not be okay with me having sex with other men. As I would not be okay with him having sex with other women. Or would I? I don’t know, it may depend. I may not even care.

I do think that a marriage between 2 people is amazing and is really rewarding. But I am still not convinced that this is how it should be. I don’t think it’s natural to be with one person your entire life and all eternity.

With that said, DH and I had “nasty talk night sex”, and it was kinky, sensual, a turn on and fun.

Day 14

Holy crap! Did you know you can get vibrators through Walgreens?! Masturbation devices for men and women and pleasure pieces to share together? Wow, it’s a whole new world. I just looked up Walmart.com. You can get a Vibrating Mini Personal Massager with 1 accompanying condom for $13.23. We just paid $120.oo for our Lelo that I was hoping would send me through the roof!  Damnit.

We were working on a few of our blog entries from this week to catch up when 12:30 am rolls around and baby wakes up. I’m breast feeding thinking, hmmm, maybe DH should just come from behind, then we could go to bed. Aaah! No! Just kidding! I did that once with our first when it was a desperate morning moment. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t, and it’s all good, nobody got hurt. I have heard later that some women like it, so to each her own.

Tonight’s sex was fun! DH started kissing my back, and basically attacked my entire body with kisses and tickles. I don’t think he’s done that since we were dating, and not quite like that either. It was fun and new. It’s something I might get bugged about because I would be crying with tickle tantrum, but I really liked it. It turned out that he spent most of it on my back side, all over my back, and the back of my neck, which I love and basically went crazy.  It felt good but also so very ticklish that I could hardly handle it. I could not stop laughing and giggling, and I thought any minute that the baby would wake up. Tonight we didn’t have the white noise on, a first, which was awesome!!!

DH started going for the vagigi area (I just can’t say pussy! even though I may say that during our sex or love making sessions). He was caressing labia and inner thighs but then he goes too quickly to the clitoris or vagina opening and it doesn’t feel good anymore, actually hurts a little. That doesn’t usually happen, but it can and does sometimes. I’m bummed it turns to that, but I think to myself, talk to him later about it. I end up going for his penis and putting it inside of me. I should’ve spent more time on me. I think maybe I could’ve cum with the touching and caressing, but it wasn’t feeling good so I changed it to the dick enter vagina phase. This phase does feel good and at one point think that he’s hitting my g-spot and maybe if we kept it there for a while I would have had a vagina orgasm, but we change it up.

We start kissing and he goes for the lick first. I hate that. I tell him so. “Don’t lick me, I hate that.” Eeeks. I didn’t mean to say it during the sex. The past week since we’ve been DOing it so much, I have wanted to talk to him about him using his tongue before his lips outside the love making. Especially since last weekend when feelings were hurt. I have told him this in the past that I don’t like it when he does this. He doesn’t do it all the time. When he did it the first time when we were dating I thought this was probably a one time thing. I tried to tell him throughout the years with little nudges here and there, and I am pretty sure I talked to him about it. It is not all the time and not every time we kiss or make love. But once in a while he starts kissing me tongue first, then lips, and it bugs me. I don’t know why I don’t like it. He must’ve learned it from someone. Or he just loves doing it and it turns him on. But I thought I was clear that I don’t like it. But how do you ask your partner to stop doing something they might really love and that turns them on? I try to not make it a big deal and forget about it and focus on the other things that turn me on, but it always throws me for a loop

We move on. And the love making session is great. He ends it with the jerky thing again. We laugh. I ask him what the jerky thing is about. He explains it’s not that he is trying to do it faster, but his body just starts doing it. It’s the second time. DH said it was a good orgasm, I trust that it was, but curious what this new movement is.

I decide to go to bed again, with no orgasm. My choice, my loss.

 

Day 13

Of all the nights thus far with the new baby, Monday night was the worst. Baby is teething and has gotten a cold from his brother and has snot running down his nose now. Baby boy was up every 45 min. throughout the night. I didn’t think it could get any worse. I am feeling things crashing around me. I am tired, exhausted and I am feeling a constant reminder of the commitment I made to myself and my husband, but mostly myself.

I was the host for my bookclub last night. We were organizing, cleaning, and making food all day in preparation for the evening. And all the while trying to juggle two sick kids and going to sport activities with the two oldest. Oh yeah, and some work for my DH.  Somehow I pushed through the day with several hours of sleep. I was too tired to go walking in the morning but not too bummed about it, and it happened to be raining. Excuses, excuses.

After a great bookclub, and the last of the ladies left by 12:30am or so, I knew what DH and I still had to do. Luckily I have the greatest husband in the world, and most people know this, but DH cleaned all the dishes and kitchen up while us ladies were chatting. So that was out of the way. But sex wasn’t. It’s sad that I have to get Sex out of the way. But it’s feeling like that these past few days. This is going to be a great test of endurance of body and mind.

We came to bed with baby asleep and white noise. We wrap our naked selves around each other and lay exhausted. I think to myself just before and during this snuggle at what a great thing to have promised to have sex everyday. Even if the sex doesn’t turn out right or we don’t finish, or we fall asleep in snuggle position, at least we made a conscious decision to think about each other in this way each day or night. To come, and not necessarily cum, together and be ONE. To turn to one another in bed and say, HI. To acknowledge the existence and give thoughts of intimacy towards one another, even if for a few minutes.

We snuggle and it is nice and comfortable and I want to fall asleep, but lying there naked we always start to touch each other or rub each other. And so we do. We are also able to KISS, which I love, it always helps with getting in the mood, which leads to rubbing or tickling etc, etc. We stay in the side position which is a favorite of mine, and I could stay like that, but we have to move on. We go to some sort of side position which is fun, and he ends up cumming with me thrusting a certain way.

I’m in the mood to have an orgasm, since I didn’t the last two nights. It’s so late and I’m so tired that I go for the vibrator. I don’t know why I think the vibrator is faster, because the LELO is NOT! So frustrating! I end up throwing the lelo down and getting up to take a shower. UGh. I reach the total climax of an orgasm ready to spill over about 15 times and then nothing, nada, no feeling, it’s gone, the feeling is gone. So I start over again, get vibe into a good position, relax, get in the mood, get into my body, get into my vagina, the process! One or two times I start to fantasize for a second or two, but that doesn’t work, get back to the feelings and how my clitoris is feeling. Okay, maybe just 10 ‘almost orgasms’, but it seemed like 100. I was done. Cuss the Lelo! I need a new vibrator! 1-800-walmart.

Day 12

Yay! I went walking today. I don’t know how I got up and did it. I had about 3-4 hours of sleep, as I think my infant is getting his brother’s cold. And I had the middle kid get into my bed about 4 times to warm up and sleep. MK, middle kid, usually does this when he isn’t feeling well. He used to do it every night, but it gets less and less because I have had to tell him with the new baby that I need my sleep. It hurts me to send him back to his bed, since I know this stage only lasts so long, but I have to if I want to keep what ounce of sanity I have left. I love my boys.

I also went to weight watchers today. I meet up with a friend which gives me accountability. I didn’t want to weigh myself, but I did. I lost 1/2 lb. Wahoo! It’s a start. I was really good about writing down my points the first two days, then I got overwhelmed with reading my book for bookclub, and writing a blog entry daily, and having sex…and taking care of 3 children. I get 35 points a day because I am breast feeding right now. I got to about 70 points the first day and I stopped counting. I have probably been averaging 100 points a day these last few months and not even realizing it. I am so hungry with baby and tons of cravings. I don’t know how breast feeding moms lose weight while breast feeding! I only start losing weight after I stop breast feeding. And I don’t want to wait another year to lose the weight. I want to be at my goal weight in one year. Accountability works for me. Let’s see if the wawa (Weight Watchers) works like the sex accountability works.

I thought of every other option of trying to have book club somewhere else tomorrow night. I wanted to have bookclub at someone else’s house, an amazing cabin hook up, a hotel or the perfect restaurant. Nothing sounded right or felt good. It was a combination of cleaning my house, and having it in the basement of my parents house that sends me to thinking of other places. I love hosting parties and love hosting bookclub. And my bc has been here several other times. It’s just that I want my own house!!! I finally decided I was having BC at my house and to get going on the organizing and cleaning. It feels so good to have an organized house. Organized house, organized life. I always think when I have people over that I need to have people over more often. If I didn’t entertain, I would never have a clean house.

It was late again on the sex thing. Last night was good with kissing and a happy ending. I hoped tonight would be too. It was. We did some sort of scissor position which was fun and we hadn’t done in a while. I didn’t try for an orgasm, I guess just too tired. 🙁

Day 11

Hi, My name is DW, and I am a sex-aholic. I can’t stop this insanity of sex everyday. I want to, but I just can’t. There is a need in me to do this, and I don’t know why.

I am so inexplicably tired and overly tired and super tired. But I don’t want to stop having sex. DO IT, DO IT, DO IT.

Today was a beautiful day of ebel skiebers, or however you spell these delectable Danish pancake treats, and a fall canyon drive. The get-a-way to the mountains was much needed. We can stay in our little basement apartment and hibernate more than any human should sometimes. It was a sunny morning which I took advantage of and I took a walk alone with music blasting from Pandora. We had a few sick kids and stress from the week but chose to get a way, if just for a moment. It ended up being a little over cast and rained a bit on our drive which was glorious!

After the kids went to bed we wrote our posts and I am anxious to see how this night will roll. I am confident that it will end well, as there is good feelings had by all throughout the day. Plus, we need it to be good.

The sex is good, we are having fun, I am turned on and very wet. I can tell he is avoiding my breast area and say that it is okay to touch the left breast(as I only breast feed with the right breast now, I know, it is what it is) and also that he can touch my stomach. It was just a bad moment the other night which I didn’t like DH touching at the time. He touch’s me, and I like it, a lot. The baby starts crying, crap, just keep going! And finish! But no, I can tell some stress from the male partner, and he stops. I am bummed and think, “Oh no, another bad night”. We get baby fed and back in bed and start up again. It’s slow going but we get back in the groove. We are back on track! He orgasms, it’s a great finish, smiles on both our faces, we are good again. Aaaah. I leave it at that, and go to bed without trying to have an O. It’s okay, I had fun, I love my husband.

 

 

Day 10

Oh Gosh. Another night. I don’t know which was worse, day 9 or 10?

DH and I didn’t really talk about the night before. We were feeling bad and being nice all day, but we didn’t have a minute to chat. It was late in the evening again, and I wanted to get my post out before I forgot too much. DH worked on his post after I did, while I read my bookclub book. It got late and I decided to get ready for bed and was just going into our room to lay down and read some more and wait for DH. He grabbed me right before I went into our room and asked if we wanted to do it out on the couch. I said, sure, let’s do it!

I put a blanket on the couch and we laid down naked. DH avoids the upper half of my body altogether. I’m worried that I’ll say the wrong thing, and that I won’t be able to tell him what feels good and what doesn’t. I think he is scared he is going to touch me in the wrong places. He is having a go with the lower half of my body with his hands and gets right into the vagina area. I am feeling like it was an awkward first date and we didn’t know what we were doing and going straight for the prize. I grabbed DH and pulled him down on me to feel his warm skin on my skin and loved that we were just holding each other and rubbing ourselves together. It was luscious. DH started getting hard, I was wet, really wet, and he went inside of me. It was beautiful and yummy and I was really enjoying it. We were making love for a while and then I could tell he was getting worried. He was going faster which was drying me out, and he asked me if I needed some KY. I said no. I was enjoying it, I didn’t want the KY. I just wanted to keep going the slow pace we were going for a while and I am positive it would have ended well. It seemed stressful after the point when DH asked me if I needed KY. I guess it wasn’t going to work. We ended it. We went to bed.

AAAAH! This never happens!!!!  We never “don’t finish”. That just doesn’t happen. Again?! But last night and tonight was not a comedy of errors, it was just errors. Life lessons as I like to put it. We went into our room to go to bed. I thought maybe we could start again, but it just wasn’t the time.

After the 3:30am feeding, I am falling back asleep when I hear this whisper behind me saying “Wanna, wanna?” I think, “Seriously?! NOOOOOO! I don’t wanna, wanna!” I wake up and say “What?”, “Really?”. I think to myself that he was a sport the night before when I attacked him, so I say “Sure.” The difference is that he likes to be woken up to DO IT, and I do NOT like to woken up to DO IT. I play with his penis and am trying to get into it, thinking, this is going to be a while and I am so tired. It does take a while for him to get fully erect, and it never really happens. I am sure he knows that I am not totally into it. I finally say, “I can’t do this, I am sorry”. I turn over and go to bed. Damnmnn.

We talked for a bit about this today. We both feel bummed and don’t want these past two days to happen again. It can’t be perfect everyday. It never has been. That’s what a marriage is. Trying to make it work. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. The problem with day 9 was that is was doomed from the beginning, and feelings got hurt. Day 10, we were both worried and didn’t feel like we could be ourselves.

I think some sleep deprived sex maniacs were to blame for this!