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Well, if I was caught up on all of my old posts, I would be ahead of DW. She always seems to be ahead of me in getting these posts done and I think that I am going to have day 31 done before her! But alas, I still have to get caught up on days 22, 23, & 24. Yikes. I hope I can remember what happened!

This day is Saturday. Another busy one too. Both boys have sports activities and both of them at the same time. DW takes #2 to his baseball game and I take #1 to football while grandma watches #3 napping.Then we meet up at the community center for soccer, followed by a visit to the library where the kids check out way too many dvds to take home. The rest of the afternoon is eaten up at home with watching the movies, doing homework, and trying to catch up on prep for a pitch to a new client next week. Before you know it, the day is gone.

We had set up the futon for the boys to sleep out in the living room again, but DW and I wanted to hang and chat, watch shows, and work on our posts. So we tuck the kids into our bed and claim the room as our own. Time gets ahead of us though and soon it is after midnight. Not to be deterred however, we strip down and get on the futon.

We enjoy some foreplay and begin to have sex. Unfortunately though my back is acting up a bit and making trouble. I change positions to ease the pain, but the change causes DW to start to dry up. This is not good, and just before I am going to suggest some k-y I get a shooting pain in my back that makes it impossible to continue. Bummed.

Seventeen (inches)

OK, so maybe it isn’t that long, but I am somewhat well endowed and maybe it feels like it is that long on occasion.

The kids had a sleep-out in front of the TV on Saturday and the futon hadn’t been put away yet. I was sitting on the futon working on my posts and DW was on the couch across from me. We were way behind on posting and trying to get caught up… again. I tend to get a little turned on when thinking about sex with my lady and this moment was no different. The fact that I was writing three days worth of sex talk might have helped.

“Schwing!” shouts my dick, as it pokes its head out of the bottom of my shorts…

It must have spoken loudly because DW noticed right away! A split second later, her laptop is closed shut and she pounces on me like an excited kitten. ūüôā Damn! This is great! We are making out like crazy, starting to have sex, and loving it. Except that she is worried that someone is going to see us through the living room window and wants to turn off the light.

Huh? We live in a stinking basement apartment, there is a literal wall of oaks and shrubs between us and the street. Someone would have to be standing in our driveway, deliberately peering through the bushes next to the window to see in. And it is 1:00 AM so nobody should be wandering our street right now either. And I was excited that we were doing it with the lights on because I love to look at her during sex. We debate these points for a few moments and she insists that it¬†could happen. After all, she used to peep in windows when she was younger. Foxy little perv! Turns me on a bit to think of her peeking in on someone. ūüėČ

OK, so I guess technically it¬†could happen. To be totally honest, I don’t really care if someone looks in and sees us getting it on. I think I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. But it is making DW nervous and why rock the boat when she is excited, wet, and waiting? We turn of most of the lights. I can still see her very well but someone outside in the driveway would have a harder time.

She asks if I want to try some different positions and I answer that we haven’t done doggy style since we started this experiment. She is game and turns around, presenting her fine ass my way. (I am getting a boner just writing this.) Her pussy is dripping wet and I am raging hard. I am so erect that the skin on my penis is stretched tight and I can feel it pulling at its base. I finger her vagina for a second and spread her labia apart. My penis slides inside and her vagina is squeezing tight around it.

I grab her hips with one hand and finger her clit with the other while thrusting in so that my balls slap up against it with every thrust. After a few thrusts, she tells me that it is hurting her. I am hitting her cervix too hard. Sometimes this happens in this position. I change my motion slightly so that only the first few inches of my dick are entering her. I have to concentrate a little more but the trade off is a great view of my penis sliding in and out while the head of my penis gets the extra sensation of pushing through the opening to her vagina. It doesn’t take long before I cum. This position always works pretty well and it is a good orgasm.

After sex, we are talking and I find out that it¬†always hurts her when we are doing doggy style but she hadn’t always told me. Dang, I had thought that it was just hurting on the times that she told me about it. Well, it does feel really nice to be all the way inside her like this but judging from my orgasm tonight, I think I will be plenty happy to do it a little shallower.


I was determined not to have a repeat of day 9. Although it was a slight improvement, I can’t say it was what I had hoped.

It was another busy busy day. Our niece and nephew had slept over with the boys the night before and combined with all of the Saturday kids’ sports events that we had to shuttle around to, it was a madhouse here. We never got a chance to talk about the night before and despite all of my intentions, once again it is not until late that we have time alone.

I hadn’t done my day 9 post yet so we sit together on the sofa. She reads her book club book while I start typing. It is hard to collect and write my thoughts about the experience. I start, erase, and re-start several times. A few times I consider just writing “It fucking sucked” and being done with it. But somehow, I manage to pull the words together. ¬†I am only about halfway through the account when DW begins to put her stuff away, brush her teeth, and get ready to head to the bedroom. Dang it, I do NOT want to have sex in there again tonight.

I save my work and close my laptop just in time to catch her before she goes in. I propose that we stay out here where we can see¬†each other, where there is no white noise CD playing, and where we don’t have to worry about waking the baby. To my relief she agrees and we head for the couch. But she turns out the lights anyway. I really want this to work out and I start out kissing her face, lips, and neck. I am trying to be sensual and “feel” it. But dammit, there is this entire area between her hips and her neck that I’m not allowed to touch anymore. I move my hands to her legs to caress. Suddenly I don’t know what the fuck I am doing. I am not getting any kind of physical response from her. I feel like I am fumbling around like a 14-year-old. It is totally dark and I can’t see what she is doing or if my clumsy efforts are feeling at all good for her.¬†Cue the over¬†analyzing, self-conscious and¬†self debasing head game screenplay; and I just might be winning an Emmy for “Worst Tragedy” tonight.

She can tell I am blowing it though and pulls me in close to her. Our bodies are pressing tightly together. We kiss a little and things are really feeling good. I am able to get back into the moment and my penis is hard. I go inside of her and we start having slow, yummy sex. We are both really enjoying things and it feels wonderful. But somewhere in the back of my mind, there is this cancerous reminder of how the night before had gone and my inner demons are still watching the movie. It is the only thing getting in the way of the here and now and I can’t shut them down. I am suddenly worried that I am taking too long to cum and I am going to hurt her. I changed the way I was thrusting to try to get more sensation to my dick so I can cum but now it is causing her to dry out a little. ¬†Now I am worrying about this too. Good fuck. What is my problem? I suck. Why can’t I just have sex? The pressure to perform (cum) is on again and my inner Siskel & Ebert are tearing me apart. I get very sad and my penis turns off. I feel totally, totally worthless and impotent.

We go to bed where we snuggle for a little while and I tickle her back. She can tell I feel bad and tries to make me feel a little better with a squeeze. The baby wakes up and needs to be fed. I go back to writing my Day 9 post and feeling like shit.

Fast forward to 3:30 AM. Baby has awoken a second time, been fed again, and put back down. The 60 minutes of sleep I have had so far tonight helped calm me and even though I am still feeling pretty fragile, ¬†I am kind of horny. Although we did technically have sex it didn’t end well and I am hoping for some sort of closure. ¬†In retrospect, I was just setting myself up for failure.

I debated for a minute on whether or not to suggest it and finally decided to go for it. I snuggle up close to her. “You wanna wanna?” ¬†(One of our long-time code words for sex) Her response isn’t super enthusiastic. Crap. But she does turn over to me. She feels my penis. “You’re not hard yet?” she says. Double Crap. Why didn’t I try to get it up before asking the question? Here comes the pressure. She plays with my dick for a short while to help me out. My stupid ass psyche is back playing mind games on me again and my dick is not responding quickly. She stops. “I dont wanna do this.” and turns back over the other way.

God dammit. My self critic is back in full swing. I am a fuck up. All the sadness and disappointment of the past two days floods back in a rush. I walk out of the room and spend the next 30 minutes staring at the darkness on the sofa. For that moment, I feel like I will never be the same again.


I spent all day today (Sunday) looking for an opportunity to get my lady alone so we could get it on before the day was over. But the Universe said “Maniacal Laugh!¬†Mua ha ha ha ha!” Just like yesterday, it was non-stop kids. But hey, at least their room is now clean for the first time in six months!

We got home late from Sunday dinner at DWs sister’s house, got the kids in bed, and collapsed on the sofa to chart out the boys’ football and baseball schedules on the calendar and write our blog posts for yesterday. I am hoping that somehow that we can get a chance to “do it.” DW whizzes through her post and disappears into the other room before I am halfway done with mine. I guess I write too much!

Suddenly, she reappears with a fleece blanket and Gigi! SCHWING! My dick almost punches a hole through my laptop. Fuck Yeah!

Have I mentioned that I LOVE watching her cum? There is very little else in the world that turns me on more than this. Within seconds my clothes are on the floor and I am sitting on the couch next to her. I caress her legs and thigh and run my fingers around her labia as she inserts Gigi into her vagina. After a moment of looking for her elusive G-spot, she decides to focus on her clitoris instead. Within another moment, she is arching and moaning with pleasure. I massage the entrance to her pussy and inset my finger inside. Feeling the bumps just inside the entrance and the wetness dripping around it. She uses Gigi for a little longer tonight but then her legs and her whole body tense and release and tense again and she cums.

My dick is rock hard now and aching to be inside her. I climb on top and she grabs my cock, rubbing it around her labia and over her clit a few times before guiding it into her pussy. She is tight. But wet and with a some of the Lelo Lube still on her from earlier, I slide in easily. Her pussy is wrapped around me and every inch of my cock is inside of her. Our position on the shorter of our couches makes it a little harder for me to get the right pressure points but she starts kissing my neck and shoulders, which sends my senses into overdrive. My God, I am turned on! She grabs my ass as I thrust and grind into her, harder now. I explode with four or five shots of ecstasy and shudder as the orgasm subsides.

We chat in the shower afterward about how if we hadn’t¬†committed¬†to this, we probably would not have had sex for the past three days. If you read the posts you can tell why! Life just gets in the way a lot. OR at least, people think that life just gets in the way a lot. It would be SO easy to just say “I am too tired. we can just do it tomorrow.” And then probably say the same thing again after tomorrow slaps us in the face.

Putting our experiences in writing and knowing that we have a commitment to do this every day and there is some sort of accountability involved is making us follow through and adding an extra level of excitement to the whole thing. This sex-every-day thing is pretty great!

3rd time’s the charm?

It was Saturday. The day was a blur. Seriously, where did the day go? The baby sleeps for only 2 hours at a time during the night right now so we get no sleep. The other kids are all up and awake by sunrise and begging for breakfast. Then it is rush rush rush to tee ball, football, tennis, feed the kids, clean the house, try to get the oldest boy caught up on his homework, deal with a client’s “emergency”, feed the kids again, clean a random mess, brush their teeth, pajamas on, tuck them in, can I just sit down for a beer for a second????¬†By the end of it we are both so exhausted, the idea of having sex seems like a mirage floating in the distance of some barren desert.

We talk about the fact that somehow we should have found a time and/or place to have sex earlier in the day but looking back, there was never a moment where we could have been alone long enough to do it. Although admittedly, we did sit on the couch to watch the last half of a football game together. It was a¬†nail-biter of a¬†¬†college¬†rivalry¬†game that we couldn’t miss. I tried to caress her neck and shoulders a few times to try to warm things up while we were watching the game but I’m not certain that it had any effect.

After the game is over, we look at eachother, both of us dead tired. “Shall we? We gotta keep our commitment to do it every day!”¬†The kids had slept out in front of the TV last night for the fun of it and the futon still hasn’t been picked up and put away. As we joke to eachother about how the other wanted to pass today and just go to bed, DW hops off the couch onto the futon and lays on her back (already naked) and I rip off my ¬†shorts and t-shirt. It is funny how no matter how tired we are, as soon as we start the action, the tiredness fades quickly.

DW’s pussy is a bit sore from yesterday’s¬†inaugural¬†Lelo experience, so she decides not to use it tonight. I join her on the futon. Just looking at her turns me on and as I rub the tip of my penis between the lips of her pussy, feeling the heat and moisture, and run my hands across her breasts, thighs and tummy, my cock starts to get hard. She plays with her clit and my balls, which always get me going. Tying to be careful not to hurt her sore labia, we work my dick deeper into her a little at a time, trying to draw her lubrication up around my shaft. When I am fully inside of her, it seems that I must be hitting a good spot as she is making a little moan as I thrust. I wonder for a second if I should try to hold off on cumming so she can enjoy this more or if I should hurry it up so that I don’t hurt her.¬†It doesn’t take much longer though before I am ready to cum and I let it go. The orgasm was not super strong but was quite nice. She is even more horny and mentions that maybe she will give the Lelo a whirl. I look forward to seeing how it goes. But after we clean up, check on the kids and get into the bedroom, it is literally seconds before we are fast asleep.