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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 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!

Day 8

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.