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A huge part of me thinks that we would never have sex if it wasn’t for me. That’s true. If I didn’t or don’t want to, we don’t have sex. But it is also true that if DH didn’t want to have sex we would not have sex either. He’s 1/2 the equation here. He has a say, too. For it, or against it.

I don’t know if it was a more tired day than others, the fact that I fell asleep sitting up in the couch with my mouth open at 4pm, which never happens, or that we finally got into bed at midnight. Tonight sucked. The whole thing was bad.

Same scenario as the night before, baby asleep in our room, white noise going, pitch black, completely perfect for a romantic evening, right? We are exhausted and I think, let’s just do this. I ask him if he just wants to go in me. He says, “Is that what you want to do?” yes… okay no. So I grab the LELO and have at it. Nothing. Then DH starts caressing me and starts with the breast area. Right now that is not a good place to start. I’ve told him a million times my nipples are on fire and have daggers living in them right now. I am feeling anxiety hoping that he doesn’t touch my nipples. Then he slides down to my tummy and that is super ticklish so I push his hand away. It was a complete natural response. It may have felt like I hit his hand away. Well, that wasn’t good. He stops touching me, it’s not working for me. I apologize and start to explain what was going on for me and that it was my issue and let’s get back into it. I may have pretty much killed the mood, so I stop the Lelo and turn over.

I guess we are not going to do it tonight. I was irate, pissed, mad at myself and mad at him. He doesn’t do anything to try to get things going again. He closes up and says nothing. He finally breaks the silence and says that he feels I don’t want to talk to him. Yes, I don’t want to talk but I am still in this commitment and want to have sex everyday. It’s important. Why doesn’t he try to start it up again? He knows I am in this. I started the sex. I said I was sorry and tried to maturely talk to him about what was going on with me, and not to do that again. It doesn’t mean that it is over. But nothing is said, he doesn’t respond, so I turn over. Pretty much what happens when we get in a fight. Typical. Lame. I’m hurt, and I am sure he is hurt.

The baby starts crying and wakes up, so DH gets him and I feed him. I think, well, after I feed the baby we’ll DO IT. Time will heal. Then the SNORE. It’s over, he is asleep, done for the night, not happenin’, nada. I am sad.

Next baby wake up call is at 3:30am. I feed him. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept well all night since we didn’t have sex. Sick to my stomach. I’ve committed to something in my life right now, and I want to stick to it. Even if we are so mad at each other. Hate each other. What an experiment to keep having sex through all of that. HUH? Don’t you think? I was mad at him earlier in the day and thought, no way in hell are we having sex tonight. Maybe that’s what started this? Be careful what you say, you might just get it! I think it’s an awesome thought to have sex even though you don’t want to or are mad at each other. What happens to your relationship? Does it help? Hurt? Remove the hate and pain? Make you forget what happened? Even though I don’t want to have sex during those times of hatred, sadness and anger, I still want to have sex. We’ve never done this before. How great to try!

After I ask DH to get baby to his bed after second feeding he goes to the bathroom. Perfect. He won’t have to pee while having sex which usually distracts him. When he gets back to bed, he is instantly snoring. I tell myself 100 times to go wake him up to try to have sex. I finally get over there, about 4am. He moans with goodness that I am snuggling him. I start to caress him and play with him and get him hard. Believe me, this is not easy to do since I am still feeling mad and hurt. We turn over and he is on top of me, since usually this is the best position for him, and we go at it. I am wet,I AM WET and it’s feeling good and I am getting turned on. And from experience he loves me to wake him up in the middle of the night to have sex. He is always turned on . I know he is liking it, but he is not loving it. I can just tell that it’s probably not going to happen for him. But I think, no, eventually there will be a turning point. I ask DH if it is hurting him(like his back or knees), and he says no, but then he reveals that it’s not happenin’ for him and that he’s sorry.

Ouch. I am sad and hurt again. This never happens. I can remember one or two times that this has happened in our 13 year relationship. And it’s usually because we already did it that day, or his back is really hurting. Not because of a fight or that we were mad or hurt at each other. Hmmm….sad. It could be that it’s been 9 days straight of having sex. But I don’t believe that. His penis is mad at me.

I turn over and try to go to sleep. And I eventually do.

Holy Shivers is right! You’d think that the 8th day would be boring but it wasn’t. We spent the night catching up on our last posts and reading each others previous posts. It got me in the mood.

The baby was asleep in our room with the white noise CD playing and it was pitch black. When we turned off our computers I put some KY on and I wasn’t sure I was in the mood, but I started with the LELO. It felt good, and I played around, while DH was playing with himself and playing around me. He put himself inside me and we went at it for a while. It felt really good with a lot of sensual feelings, loving feelings, and it was stress free. We didn’t care what we were doing or worried if it was taking a long time to cum.

I don’t know if it helped that it was pitch black so I had less inhibition of what I looked like? I don’t normally care about that, I always look sexy. 🙂 Or that we couldn’t hear one another with the white noise in the background, so we weren’t saying anything, we were just feeling. Pure sensations. I was doing my thing, he was doing his. We weren’t laughing. I was feeling good, he was feeling good inside me, and eventually I came. It was delicious and sensual and yummy.

I lay there, feeling the effects of warmth and satisfaction. I felt like butter melting into the bed. I know, haha, but that’s how I felt. Total deliciousness. I would do that again.

Wow! It’s been 7 days, a whole week of having sex everyday! I don’t think we’ve done that since we were dating. I mean, maybe close to that was after we got married or maybe during my second child’s pregnancy. If it wasn’t for this commitment, it would’ve been one time this week, not 7. Especially today!

I didn’t get out to exercise this morning, and that always starts the day out wrong. Baby hadn’t pooped in 3 days and was fussy, and I felt I needed to stay and feed him and get him back to sleep instead of go to exercise class I committed to with a friend.

This put me in a funk all day, and I was super tired. Baby slept from 10-2 which he never does, and I should have joined him. I’ve been trying to finish my bookclub book, and since I can only last a page or two before I fall asleep, I was determined to finish before next week. I felt yucky and tired and depressed and I thought, of all days, this day would not consist of sex.

DH was caressing me in the kitchen when we were getting dinner ready, and I said, “Stop”, and he said “we’re not having sex tonight, huh?” I start laughing and said, “What?! Of course we are, you keep saying that! You think I’m gonna quit, and I’m not! Maybe you’re the one that wants to quit, but you want me to so you don’t have to.” 🙂

We put all three kids to bed and baby in the hallway for the first run of sleep. It was 10pm and I was in bed trying to read, and DH comes into bed after putting baby to bed and lays down with all his clothes on exhausted and done for the day. He’s had back problems all day. He said he just got a rush of electricity go throughout his whole body. I asked him if he was dreaming, and he said he was awake. I said he might have a pinched nerve somewhere. I then say he’ll have to stay there so that I can get on top of him and not to move. He somehow is able to rip off his clothes.

I help DH with his clothes and throw them on the ground. I start with grabbing his penis and giving him a blow job. We haven’t done that in a while, maybe a month. It’s fun. I love giving bj’s, but he takes so long to have an orgasm with it, and sometimes it doesn’t happen. We usually have to finish off inside of me so I tend not to go down on him as much as I’d like, and I’m sure he’d like. It’s too bad. I should just go down for a little while at least. He loves it. But I think I must like to have an ending to the beginning, and a prize at the end of my effort, a pat on the back of sorts. Or sperm on his stomach. One or the other.

Anyway, DH is loving the BJ, and I am loving giving it. I am caressing all around him, his genital area, his inner thighs, legs, top of feet, up to his stomach and chest, then to his sides of his torso. Suddenly he goes crazy! Then I start to kiss his left side of his torso, and he goes nuts, moaning out of control and kind of spasming, and saying the F word at least a hundred times. I guess I hit a hot spot. I then so from kissing to licking, and it’s beyond out of control. I am laughing and loving it, and he is shaking and loving it and laughing but seriously out of control loving it. I go to his other side, he goes crazy, then down his sides to his front hip areas, left and right sides and lick, kiss and suck. He is in another dimension! I tickle his whole body and face and kiss it and he is in heaven, and beyond! I think I will try this again sometime. 🙂

He is so hard and sticking straight up and I can’t resist going on top of him and have him inside me. We have sex for a while with me on top. It’s fun and I love being on top.

He isn’t cumming, so I get off and lay there, and I’m thinking I’m done. I’m starting to dry up, ya, that bums me out just saying it. I start to get sad that he has a harder time reaching orgasm with me on top, just like with a blow job. I’m bummed because it was so awesome a second or two ago, but suddenly, wa wa wa. He asked if I wanted a buzz, I say, no. I’m kind of depleted. He says let’s just snuggle, but I said No, I want to finish. Which is true, I don’t want it to end like this.

I tell the DH he needs to get on top, even though his back hurts. We go at it, but then I realize I need some lube. After I get that, it’s good and smooth and starts to feel good again. The baby starts to cry. But we get into it, and I caress him down by his penis and he loves that, and he starts to cum and it looks like a really good orgasm. And he said it was. And I was happy that we had a happy ending 🙂 I was thinking of having one myself, but the baby was screaming at this point. As he is right now as I am writing!!! Goodnight!

Day 6 is the day that God created People. We will be doing the act of making people everyday for a year, but the only thing that we will be making will be LOVE. Cheese!

DH was asking me as soon as I got ready for the day and our 2 kids were at school, and infant was in a nap, “Wanna? Wanna?” Come on! I told him I have created a monster. I needed to get things done. In the middle of lunch I feel this thing on my neck then a massaging feeling on my neck. He’s got my vebratore on my neck. Seriously?! Let me finish my lunch! I tell him that with sarcasm and a half smile.

I finish my sandwich and say, “last one to the bedroom is a rotten egg”. I think that’s where it started off bad. lol. Or maybe it was the bottom bunk bed we are trying to do it in, and feeling bad I’ve got to do it in my child’s bed. We start with the LELO. For a day like this, I’ve got to get the big guns out. No sissy vibrator. I need the kind from Walmart that you get a real neck massage with. I can’t be worried if I have the vibrator on the right spot and I’m about to cum and the stick slips. Crap. Start over. This went on and on. But finally, without further adieu, I cum. I’m glad it happened, glad it’s over and left with a tiny headache. I was definitely concentrating in my head more than relaxing the vagigi.

On to the DH. This was a comedy of errors. The too small bed, the timing, the fact that I’m too sensitive after an orgasm and don’t want him to touch me. That doesn’t help. We tried about every position we could in that bed, even applied more lubricant, but we were cracking up too much, and knowing it was over before it began.

Let it go, and let it be.

Today I don’t make my walk in the morning because I have my infant breastfeeding from me right when I’m supposed to get up, for a whole hour. I must’ve fallen asleep. There is nothing left in that boob, it’s become a pacifier. I remember I am meeting a friend for my first weight watchers meeting in 7 or 8 years. I’m glad I went, but I have a shit load to lose, the most I’ve ever had to.

After I get home from WaWa, (short for Weight Watchers), I’ve got my husband asking me all day, “Wanna do it? Wanna do it?”  We have our pre-k boy at home on Monday’s and there was no way we could do it. He then proceeds to let me know how horny he is, that his penis is very “present”. HAHA. I am loving this. I ask him if it was the sex last night? or that we are having sex all the time now and that his dick (I said it) is expecting it? He doesn’t know the ‘why’, he just knows that IT is present and he’s very aware of IT, and IT could have sex at any given time. I want to have sex early in the day, but with my 2 youngest at home all day, it ain’t gonna happen.

We are so tired again, but make a huge effort to get into bed by 10:30 or 11? It feels late. I get the lube out, get it on my lady parts, and start the vibrator. It feels as if it needs to be recharged, but no time for that. It’s a little bit clinical tonight, but it’s not going to be porn city every night. It takes a while, and feels like I am about to cum, then NO, it dies instantly, and again it rises to the edge of cumdum and no, and repeat. Suddenly, I don’t know if I was ready, or it just hit the right spot or if DH touched me on my inner thighs, but suddenly the LELO hits a spot and I start cumming, no warning, just got right into it. It was a good one, with a great beginning and drawn out.

We get DH right in there, yes, there is no foreplay these days. We still can’t kiss, and we are tired. One of these days. DH tries a few positions, but he gets one that is good and he cums and his reaction is jerky. Never seen that one. His body went into intense small quick jerks, and I had to hold in the laugh, but I barely made it when I released the laugh. Don’t get me wrong, I am not making fun. I love this! I love to watch him. I love the different looks he gets. It’s fun and a lot of times funny. We laugh together. I guess he’ll have to express sometime if he doesn’t like the laugh. But so far laughing is good. HAhaHAhaHAAA!

HAHAHA! SO FUN! I am invigorated! This is so fun! We are laughing so much right now! And so excited!!!

We were so tired and writing our posts for last night and thinking, wow, we still have to have sex. hahaha! We’ve spent the day cleaning, doing homework, dinner at my sister’s, and putting our kids to bed late with one of them crying that he had to go pee before bed. Sitting down and thinking, do we have sex now or write our posts? If we write our post’s for last night, we will never have sex. If we have sex, we’ll have to write two posts, and I’ll forget about last night’s sex. The dilemma!

I write my post, my husband follows suit. I say, I’m so tired, and he tells me later that he thinks we won’t have sex today. What?! I am not quitting! I think he is quitting, but he thinks I am quitting. I say that I can’t believe that he’d let me crumble that easily, or quit, or miss a day, because he doesn’t fight back and say NO! But he doesn’t. I tell him that I just need to express my feelings and say that I am sooo tired ad that we have to write posts and have sex. LOL!

DH is still writing his post, since his are awesome and way better than mine. I go into the room with sleeping child and grab the new vibrator. Getting a little excited. I come back to couch, strip naked, put down a blanket on the couch where DH is writing, and lay down. I get the sample water based lubricant out that they give with the GIGI or LELO, and ask DH to open it. He opens it. He runs down the hall to the bathroom, runs back to the couch, stripping off his clothes, whipping his glasses off, and gets down to watch. I have put on the lube, started the veebratore, and I try it out on the clitoris, then my opening, then my inside of my vagina. I ask where exactly is the g-spot? I think I know where it is, but I’ve never had an O with it, so I am not positive. I try out the gigi in the area, and think, let’s explore later. So I go to my C-spot, and it is great. It’s wet, and feeling really good. My DH is playing with me around my vagina, and the opening of the vagina, feeling good. I go into the O-zone and several times I think I will cum, but it doesn’t. That’s okay, I feel it again. And then…there it is, I think I am cumming. And YES! I AM! It’s a good, long and delicious feeling one. OOH, is that TMI? This is so crazy that I am writing this down, describing it, and SHARING IT!

We played around with his penis, then drew it into my vagina. It felt really good. He was on top, and it was hitting the end of whatever it’s called, not hurting though, but almost, and just for a while. I am into it, I start kissing him on his chest and neck and shoulder and he is liking it. I like when he tells me what he likes and what turns him on. I love to bite sometimes, probably too much, so I am doing that, too. I am wet, I also had lube on, so it’s feeling really good. I am loving his ass, grabbing it, squeezing it, slapping it, love it. He cums, and his butt muscles contract with the rhythm of the orgasm. That is cracking me up! That starts the laugh! I love it! So fun!

We shower, we are invigorated. We are so happy and laughing. I told DH that if we didn’t make this commitment, we would not have had sex for the past 3 days. Meaning we would have had sex the 1st day, and that one we had to really push ourselves to do, or that wouldn’t have happened. We would’ve made many excuses to not have sex. And not just me, DH, too.  I am so excited because I feel it will change us, and for the better. I can’t imagine having sex everyday for one year, with 3 young kids!!!  Knowing that I made a commitment, a goal, to have sex everyday for  a year with my husband, has given me a challenge. I have made every excuse NOT to have sex, and so many legitimate ones. :/ (It’s sounding like my exercise routine.) If you don’t make a commitment, you won’t do it. That’s sad. Sex is fun, or at least it should be!

Ya know, I have to say I am going to have to get used to the language that my husband is using in these posts. We can sometimes talk like this during love making, not usually all the words he’s using, but these words must be going through his head, right? It’s funny, because I am usually the vocal one, and the one that uses most of the nasty words. But for some reason I am feeling a little shocked, or uneasy about it. I am sure things will change.  Either I’ll get used to it and start using the same language, or he’ll tone down? Time will tell.

Last night we were watching a football rivalry game and getting into that and realizing how tired we were and how late it was, I didn’t want to do it. I said, I’m so tired, I don’t want to do it. And my DH said okay! WHAT? Okay? I said, Hell No! We are doing this! We cant quit now! What are you thinking?! I couldn’t believe he could quit after two days, or skip a day. Maybe he’s overwhelmed by the daunting task of having sex everyday for 1 year?! 🙂 WE are tired most of the time. But we are in this, I am in this, and we are doing it! Hell yes!!! I feel like it’s going to change us, bring us closer, bring us to the point of Magenta!

We had the kids sleep in their room so we could do it out by the TV on the made up bed that the kids slept in the night before for a “sleepover” with each other. Our baby sleeps in our bedroom. We were so tired and DH almost gave up, and that gave me more of a determination to DO IT. It ended up being so fun, for me at least. We were laughing and playing around. I decided to wait a day on the clitoral stimulation, to help it recover from last night. I was wetter and it was feeling really good. I wasn’t sure if he would be up to it, but he got into it and was having fun. I’m not even sure what made it fun. Maybe it was because we were in a different bed, a sleepover bed,not in our bedroom, the huge window that anyone if they tried could look in. The TV was on, a rare occurrence, but a great game just ended, and I was feeling loopy. Good times 🙂

Damn, I think I hurt myself the first day with the LELO! I went for 2 orgasms. I’m so greedy! Wait, I’m going to have dh check me out. Yes, I stretched the top of my labia, like stretching your skin too much, ouch. I’ve never done that before. It probably was the 2nd O. I didn’t have “water-based” lubricant like the vibrator tells you to use so you don’t ruin it. I wasn’t wet enough. It’s the damn no kissing, and not enough foreplay.What am I? a virgin, and having sex for the first time? You don’t go straight for the kill. I know that.

I think we are just too excited for all this newness of sex. Hmmm, having sex every day for a year, and BLOGGING about it! What was I thinking? I think this was my idea yesterday. I guess I am bored in my life and need some excitement. I’m sure this blog and trying to hide who we are, I think for at least a little while, or forever, will give me a few adrenaline rushes.

Like I said, we fondled each other, laughing again, wondering if the kids were really asleep. We start the new vibrator, and it’s good. I put it inside of me to get wet and bring it out onto my clit, and it’s good, real good. It’s definitely a different feel and a different vibrator than I’ve had before. It goes slow and deep, and my O was slow and deep and long. AAAAH! It’s been a couple weeks. We’ve been using hands and mouth the past few months, the good old fashioned way. I do like good old fashioned, but an O from a vibrator is different and fun, not always better, but always good.

I tried the vibrator on him, putting it on the top of his penis. I couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. I kept asking him if I was hurting him, and if he kept wanting me to keep doing it. He said he liked it, but that it was different, that it was penetrating him deeply, and that he liked it. He could hardly talk. We went right into having him inside me, I was wetter than yesterday, but not as wet as normal. We kept laughing and pretending to kiss, damn.

He’s not allowed to touch my nips right now, as I am breastfeeding and when touched it feels as if they are being sliced with knives. So, that doesn’t go over well with the turn on factor. I guess rubbing my legs and inner thighs and vagigi is going to have to do. We may have to explore a bit.

He came quick, but a drawn out orgasm, and always a good laugh at the end and ghost kisses, for now.

Good, clean fun! haha!

We didn’t know this would be our first day at our 365 day quest of sex once per day, but it was as good a day as any. We just had our 3rd and last child, hubby had a vasectomy while I was pregnant, I just finished my first period since giving birth, and we had hustled the kids to school and our infant was sleeping peacefully in our bedroom. We had to have sex. There was no choice. But where? We live in the basement of my parents house, they could come down anytime. I’d just gotten out of the shower after my daily walk, I didn’t want to do it in the shower. The boys room it was. We’d never done it in there. Top or bottom? Bottom and me on bottom this time. He had a cold sore, so no kissing. Bummer. We do a little caressing and laughing and fingers on the clitoris. I don’t get very wet. I think I need the kissing. Not always the case. I know the orgasm for me isn’t gonna happen, so I say, go inside me. It takes a minute, but it starts to feel good and get wet and we get into the groove. I’m into it, but I know I’m not going to have an orgasm, so I think I want to hurry things up, I’m worried I’m not wet enough and may hurt later. But then it’s fun, it’s always fun, and I love watching him. He suddenly is going to come and he whips his head up and I think he hit his head on the bunk above us. I try to hold my laugh in until he’s finished cumming, and I almost make it. We both laugh every time we finish sex, pretty much every time he cums. It’s so funny. It’s so intense and so hilarious at the part he climaxes. It always looks like he’s going to hurt himself. We like to laugh, that is a release, too. We decide after that we should really start this challenge we’ve been wanting to do for 5 years. We go that day and get another vibrator for me.  My other one we had since Christmas shorted out a few weeks before the baby was born. Looking forward to seeing how the hot pink LELO works!