Text Tuesday

Daniel and I both spent the day in bed yesterday. Sick, of course, and in our own separate beds, unfortunately. Didn't stop us from finding a little fun. He was so sweet to read me some nap time erotica from our favorite site. It was SO sexy to have him reading all those naughty things in my ear. It seemed like it lasted for hours as I played and he coaxed me to come with someone else's words. Grr....I'm looking forward to trying that again soon.

Later, he had this to say about the experience:

d 3/20/09 8:52 pm Mm...That WAS a fun way to spend an afternoon. Glad my idea worked out so nicely for us! Maybe if you're nice i'll record you one sometime...You can get off anytime you like with me in your ears... Grr... That could be fun. ;-)

Text Tuesday

So, my dear frances had some very nice things to say about my hnt for this week...

f 3/23/09 9:23 pm:  grr...it is SUCH a sexy pic. i think it's my new fave. i adore the teasy aspect of it. makes me want to rip those pants off you and bury your cock in my throat. grr...i'm still all yummy love.

HNT - Commando With Leathers

HNT - A peek

Text Tue

Yesterday was the start of a very orgasm filled day for us.
It started out with a comment like this...

d 3/23/09 9:41 am Grr...Now I'm gonna have to site here obsessing about your tender little nethers, you know that right?

Text Tuesday

So, my hope is that this Text Tuesday will prompt a little follow-up post from my dear Frances...

;-)

f 03/17/09 10:59 pm:  So... i think i might have a mark on my neck from you choking me. :-)

Phone Sex

Daniel and I were reliving our tuesday adventures on our evening phone call. He was cozied up at home waiting for his people to arrive. I was alone in my car, in a crowded parking lot, waiting for the man to finish work. The call (at least the sexy part) went a little something like this:



f: i was just remembering a little something from our night together.



d: grr...you know you have to tell me, right baby?



f: *blushing and fumbling for words* no love, don't make me say it.



d: come on. you know I love to hear you blush.



f: *heavy sigh* i was thinking about you using your fingers on my tush when you were behind me.



d: mmm....yeah, when can I do that again...?



[fast forward]



f: i've got my hand down my pants, love. there's people all around...



d: god damn, that's hot.



f: what are you doing over there love?



d: i might have opened my pants and am giving myself a little stroke.



f: grr...i bet you look sexy.



d: i bet i'd look even better from on your knees...



f: mmm... grr...




d: hmm... maybe on your knees in front of me, swallowing me up so beautifully like you do... or maybe on your knees the OTHER way, with your sweet little ass in the air, waiting for me to come fill you up...

f: *furiously rubbing her clit* i'm so close baby! there's a guy coming out. *giggle* he just looked over at me.

d: *breathing heavily, words unintelligible*

f: *hearing he's close begins to rub harder enjoying his pleasure*

fandd: *come together, with moaning and much heavy breathing.*

f: damn. that was hot baby. so fucking hot! ahh! gotta go. here comes the man. love you! bye!

HNT -- Flasher

This picture is fairly old, but it's fun to remember flashing your friends on the street. Everyone should try it sometime!

Text Tueseday -- Belated

This has been a crazy week, but Daniel and I found 5 blissful hours to spend enjoying each other's company. I hope we'll have more to say about the specifics soon, but we were playing with his new phone and he sent me this text.

d 3/17/09 5:39 pm Hi baby, you're in my lap. Love you!

If I'm remembering correctly the fun began shortly after this was sent...
My HEAD was in his lap then! :-)

Text Tuesday...

A two-pack of texts for this week's Text Tuesday, a couple minutes apart...

f 3/14/09 2:49 pm:  I'm soaking wet from my thoughts of you. Our little green friend is buried inside me as i type this. My nipples are hard. Begging for your teeth. Dreaming of your lips wrapped around my clit.

f 3/14/09 3:07 pm:  Just came for you love. You'll be happy to know that it wasn't nearly as good as the one on the phone with you. Even with the mechanical assistance. :-)

Notes on intimacy...

You'd think the sex would be the worst.  But you'd be wrong.

I've known that it's true for me for a while, but we've talked and come to understand that it's really true for both of us...  There are things that we can do with the others that are more intimate and more hurtful to each other than sex itself.

I've written in the past about the roots of my feelings of jealousy towards frances and the Man.  But as time's gone on, the thing that bothers me the most, the thing that boils my blood and turns my stomach and ruins my day, is him going down on her.  Making her come for him the way she comes for me.

Now, I know it's not the same.  I know it's not as good, as intense, as intimate with him as she tells me it is with me.  But in my head, it's the worst thing imaginable.

Frances and the Man have a 'usual'.  The 'usual' doesn't happen every time - it may not even happen most of the time - but it's sort of the baseline for things at their house.  And what the 'usual' consists of is the Man taking her from behind, frances pleasuring herself and getting herself off with a vibe, and the Man doing his best to hold off till an appropriate time...  And it kinda bothers me, cause it involves a couple of things that she & I have never done - her coming with me inside her, us getting off together - but for the most part I can be moderately ok with it.  And the reason I think I can be moderately ok with it is that it's really not him pleasing her.  It's her, and her toy, and her own private thoughts, and he's just kinda there.  Filling a space, if you will.

So, sex at her house, for me, basically falls into one of three categories.  There's the 'usual', worse than the 'usual', and better than the 'usual'...  Worse than the 'usual' is barely even worth talking about.  A 30-second quickie where frances works her magic, and the Man blows his short little fuse, and it's over almost before it's begun.  And sure, it still bothers me, cause she gives in at times when I really wish she wouldn't...  But I have a hard time getting too worked up over something that she gets so little pleasure out of.

It's the times that are better than the 'usual' that get me.  The times when he makes the effort to please her.  The times when he insists on more.  Because as bad as he is, and as lackluster as it may be compared to what we do, and as much as I hate to admit it...  He still knows how to make her work.  When he can be bothered, he knows the right buttons to push to make her react in the old familiar ways.  And that's when I get upset.

For a while, it was relatively easy.  For the first, I don't know, year that we were together, he mostly couldn't be bothered, and there were only a handful of times worth getting worked up about.  But as frances has said, he's got this new leaf.  And this new leaf is NOT sitting well with me.  

And we had talked about it before, but after last weekend, it naturally came up again...  And it turns out that frances basically feels the same way.  Much as she hates the thought of the Mrs. and I being together, what's worse is me getting her off.  And what's worse still is her getting ME off.  Maybe she'll want to talk more about that...?

Anyway.  This weekend's been a better one, thank god.  I'm not sure I could've handled another one of those...

<3

-d

A bit of explanation...

I meant to write this before anything else got blogged, but it seems hard these days with my new job and living the double life. I really wanted to take a moment to discuss why Daniel was feeling a little bit funny about his Text Tuesday entry for this week...

Last weekend was REALLY rough for us. Daniel especially. I'm not even sure where to begin.

The Man has totally turned over a new leaf and is trying (desperately) to be 'the man I want' (or what he THINKS I want). Thus he is all sweet and loving, communicating better, doting on me, and making lots of effort sexually.

Last Friday we went to a late movie with some friends. We didn't arrive home until after 2 am. (Just before getting home I sent Daniel the text that would become his entry for this week and I meant the words with EVERY fiber of my being.)

As The Man and I are getting ready for bed, we had this little exchange regarding my feelings of unattractiveness at the time. This lead to a miscommunication that ended with him insisting we have sex to prove that he does desire me. It was awful. I cried throughout the whole (short lived) act. We slept and Saturday I had a major meltdown relating to this 'unattractive issue'. (what can I say? moody weekend...?)

Par for the course with me, I pushed Daniel away all day. Not wanting to talk about this silly feeling I'd been having for 2 days. (You know how women are, always hating their bodies...seems dumb to keep talking about it. I was embarrassed and just kinda wanted to pout in silence.) Unfortunately, by this point, Daniel was feeling (and rightfully so) like I was being taken away from him and really not making time or the effort to be attached to him. (Weekends are ALWAYS hard for us in this way, but when things like this happen it gets exponentially worse.)

So Sunday rolls around. (Daniel always tends to worry that The Man and I will get up to no good on Sunday because he always seems to get randy on Sunday afternoons during nap time.) All morning and early afternoon The Man had been groping me and hinting that he'd like to get some. I kept putting him off. It was fairly easy, I had things to do. Eventually though it was unavoidable, so I gave in, thinking I could make it SUPER quick and he'd be content and leave me alone.

[I'm not sure I've ever mentioned it on the blog before, but the man's a quick shot and generally can't even get all the way in without stopping cause he's gonna come. Usually, if I want to get out of it I can just 'accidentally' swivel my hips and push him over the edge. No muss, no fuss, and over in less than a min. Unfortunately, with the new leaf, he won't let me get away with this and has been a lot better about holding off as well as INSISTING that I come too.]

So I give in and we proceed to have some boring, dispassionate sex. Lamentably, he persisted in going down on me and making me come before he would finish. (An act that Daniel has said turns his stomach.) Thus for the third day in a row I've hurt Daniel...this last feat just twisting the knife in his already wounded heart.

Sigh...Sunday night we proceed to discuss the weekend via text. (NEVER a good idea, but it's all we ever have.) He and The Mrs. have words in relation to his mood regarding the weekend. It's exceptionally unpleasant. All in all a terrible weekend, for him especially.

I believe that we've said our peace about it and are attempting to put it behind us. The weekend has come again, and I know Daniel is a little gun shy. I'm doing my best to 'be' with him, but I just needed to take this opportunity to take responsibility for it and publicly apologize for my part in letting him get so far from me.

I love you baby, sorry.
~frances

HNT - Mine's Cuter ;-)

HNT: Tag!

Tag, love.  You're it.

-d

Text Tuesday

So, I feel a little bit funny about the text I picked for this week, because of something that happened pretty close to immediately afterwards.  But it's what I've got, and it's a sentiment I can TOTALLY get behind...  so I'm going with it.

-d

f 3/7/09 2:03 am:  Sigh.  Dying to come to bed with you.  Wake you up with kisses and little touches.  Feel you harden in my hand.  Roll you onto your back and take you all groggy and surprised.  mmmm...

Text Tuesday

In response to Daniel's imminent return from the business trip...

d 3/5/2009 11:22 pm: Sigh. It's just killing me that you won't be there to be kissing me when I get back... That I won't be coming home to YOU tomorrow.... That I don't know when I'll even see you.... Makes me almost feel like just staying.

Obviously we still haven't fugured our lives out yet...

HNT

Text Tuesday - Special Wednesday Edition

So, I'm out of town this week on business (which sadly has included NO opportunity to see my frances), with limited access to blogging facilities. So, a very special Wednesday edition of Text Tuesday this week...

f 3/01/09 5:40 pm: you get me all needy, you know that right? thinking of your fingers inside me, stroking my g spot making me scream for you...

Indescisive Text Tuesday

I'm feeling a little indecisive today. Lovey and lusty and amused all at once. Hence a 'two-fer' on my version of text tuesday. The first is pretty self explanitory. The second comes in response to my concern that #8 on my 25 Random Things About Daniel list was a bit too private to reveal...

d 3/1/09 Mm, it's all true for me too, love. You just DEFINE sex and lust and desire and all of it for me....Grr....

d 2/23/09 Lol. Why wouldnt it go over well, love? It's true! I DO love licking your ass...I may like it more than you do. Lol.

Sins of the Flesh VI

Boys will be boys...

I have a dear friend that attends my church with me. He's gay and I know his boyfriend was visiting recently, as their relationship is currently long distance. I found myself watching him during the service. I imagined all the naughty things they had to have done together recently. Replayed them in my head...

In profile I noticed his lips curl as he sang along with the hymns. I imagined that mouth coaxing a cock to life. I watched his hands gracefully flutter across the manuals of the organ and saw them tracing the contours of another man's body. His fists clenching in orgasmic ecstasy. I pondered is he tops or bottoms? I could see him in my minds eye taking both roles with equal abandon.

The coupling of two masculine bodies can be such a foreign concept. I've seen it on movies and in real life, but like porn in general, it just has this 'wrong' connotation that makes it feel so much hotter for some reason.

I spent the entire service mentally placing my rather conservative older friend in various sexual positions, this in itself feeling foreign and 'wrong', thus only intensifying my arousal. Obviously, i still stand by my one liner that would make a great bumper sticker...Gay sex is hot.