The Red Couch

by Frances
by Daniel

It was late February of 2008. Daniel and I had been chatting online like mad and it had become apparent that, though our chats generally revolved around what fun  he, the mrs, and I might have together, this option was off the table. We still had hope, but we were simmering for each other in a way that should have been impossible for the others to miss, so something was bound to happen when the man and I came to stay the weekend at their house for a concert.

We'd had our first date. Our first kiss--and our REAL first kiss. Our nights at the hotel and movies and the car and hotels again. We'd weathered the dreaded 'couch incident.' We loved each other, and told each other so every day. Things were getting serious. And we were beginning to see just how much...

The weekend passed nicely enough. Daniel wowed us with his cullinary skills and we generally enjoyed each others company. It was fun, but even then it was tough to see him kiss her and even tougher for him to see the man and I cuddle up together for a nap. After Daniel's incredible dinner, he, the man, and I packed up for the 40 min ride to the place where Daniel's band was playing that night.

'Can I be your groupie?" I asked playfully, rounding the car as he loaded his guitar in the trunk. He responded positively to the idea so I pressed on.

 "So...does that mean I get to sleep with the band?" He turned to me, his eyes so full of lust that I blushed and looked away.

"No. Just the bass player." He responded boldly.

The man didn't bat an eyelash, but it was more than obvious we were flirting heavily.

The man jumped in the back seat of the car, leaving the front to me and Frances. Before we could hit the road in earnest, I needed to stop for gas. I hopped out to fill up the tank and, my back turned, dashed off a quick text to Frances.

"Just so you know, baby, you look SO fucking gorgeous, i've been dying to kiss you for hours."


I jumped back in, and Frances shot me a loaded, wordless glance that I knew to mean 'I got your message, you're very naughty, and yes please.' The next 40 minutes were torture--Frances just inches away, close enought to touch, to kiss, but very much off limits. Finally, we arrived at the bar where I was playing. I loaded my gear in quickly and headed to the bar to fetch us a round of drinks--yes, even the man.

Sweet man that Daniel is, he played the host with the mostest all the while making smouldering eyes at me and attempting to lure me off to dark corners of the bar where we could steal kisses. It's a wonder the man didn't notice, but I can only assume that he was half asleep by this point as he has been working night turn and was thus exhausted with the change in his schedule. Eventually Daniel's band took the stage and I left the man at the table to get closer so I could see better. Nothing is more sexy that making eyes at my boyfriend the bassist while my hips sway to the music. Every time he'd glance my way I'd get a little tingle. Butterflies in my tummy, with an electric shock straight to my girly parts. Halfway through the show a string broke on Daniel's bass. He finished like a pro and presented me with the broken string as a souvenir.

I was MAYBE showing off a little... But I played hard that night. By the end of the set, I had ventured out into the midst of the crowd with our guitarist, trading riffs toe to toe as my broken string dangled uselessly by my side. We finished, and I made a beeline through the crowd to find Frances, busted string in hand. Drunk on adrenaline, I leaned across her chair and twined the broken string around her like a necklace. Still in high spirits, I gathered the rest of my gear and took leave of my bandmates for the long ride home...

The air in the car was heavy with lust. The man dozed in the back seat as Daniel and I forced ourselves to make small talk. He pulled out his phone. Texting me the words that he dare not speak.

 "Hope you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now."

Our arms rested perilously close on the console between the seats. So close I could feel the warmth of his radiating up my arm. Our pinky fingers entwined and soon after I felt his warm palm cover my cold hand. It took my breath away. This risky move. This forbidden gesture that dangerously tested our resolve. We eventually made it home undiscovered and sent the man to bed in the basement.

To be continued...

HNT - Red Couch

An old old picture of Frances on the red couch

and a new new picture of Daniel in the same spot.

Sexy story to follow tomorrow, so be sure to come back!

Happy Numbers.

Ok, so it's my turn to be a bit juvenile. I can't deny it. When I looked today and saw that we now have 69 followers I just had to chuckle and text Daniel. It IS one of our favorite positions...

Thanks to you fun folks for caring enough to follow our story!

Cheers,
frances

Bloggers Unite!

So, I had the chance over the weekend to meet my very first of our fellow blogger friends in the flesh...  :-)

...unfortunately, this is not THAT kind of story...

...but I DID get to meet our dear friend Mark of 'Fooled Around and Fell...'.  He'd let me know a few days before that he was gonna be in my town for an event, and I should stop by if I had the opportunity.  Well, it wasn't far out of my way, and I was able to make an opportunity happen, so I drove out to meet him.  Texts were briefly exchanged, so I'd know where to find him and who he'd be, and we met up easily enough...

You never know who we sex bloggers are gonna be, do you?  I mean, we write dirty stories and take naked pictures of ourselves and who knows what else -- are we all a bunch of weirdos and perverts, or what?  ;-)  Well, I'm pleased to report that Mark seems to be neither.  He's an affable and charming guy -- the kind of guy who would be your neighbor and totally lend you his lawnmower.  We hung out a bit, enjoyed a pleasant if slightly ominous-looking afternoon, and just generally bullshitted about sports, and the world of bloggers and blogging, and strange coincidences in our worlds, and our respective situations, and geeked out slightly over work stuff and hit tracking statistics.  Good times.

So...  Who's coming by next...?  ;-)

-d.

The Gamble

Whatever your opinions are -- feel free to keep them to yourselves ;-) -- francesanddaniel don't use condoms. Not once. Not ever. This was not a decision we arrived at lightly. There was discussion. A list of options. Talks. Considering. And still, with all this, in 2 years we have never once used a condom.

We both came prepared with our own stash that first night in the hotel. (Read here why we didn't actually need them.) But it wasn't till after our movie date, where we ended up having sex in the back of The Mrs. car, that we really felt the need to discuss 'protection.' I think the intesity of our attraction for each other caught us off guard. Neither one of us expected to NEED condoms that night, yet after that encounter it seemed important. But what would we really need protecting from? Obviously by this point we knew each other's histories. We knew there was no worry of disease, so what was the point?

One word -- babies. At this point in our relationship we were still committed to our others. It's complicated, but I don't think back then we planned on falling in love and leaving. So we considered our options as such:

Well, ranging from most rubberized and sensible and least fun, to most fun and least sensible:
1. All condoms, all the time. Ultra sensible, not nearly so much fun.
2. We start out without, have a bit of fun that way, and then at some point suit up and finish that way.
3. We go without, and I pull out and finish elsewhere.
4. We go without and hope for the best.

(d email 1/4/2008 9:21am)

At this point I had not been using contraception at all with the Man for 4 years and we were hoping for babies. (Though that's a whole 'nother can of worms when I say 'hoping'...) Daniel and the Mrs. had been actively trying and recently conceived bbg. My response to D was as follows:

i always like a good list. i am totally ecstatic with the idea of throwing out number one completely. and unfortunately 4 is just a little too much like russian roulette for me. (though...if i ever do get pregnant and you still want to fuck me i would LOVE to try that...even if that does sound a little weird. i love that feeling of being filled completely. just not the same with a condom.) 2 and 3 sound like the way to go depending on how we are feeling at the time. mmm...all this talk puts me in the mood to try out 2 and 3 (or 4)...

(f email 1/4/2008 11:11am)

The conversation continued, but in the heat of the moment we have never employed other options besides 3 and 4. (Funny, because at the time I never considered 4 to even BE an option, really.) Let me stress, we are completely ok with that choice. I personally abhor condoms. My skin is terribly sensitive and they just don't help my girly parts to stay happy. While the Man needs a little help to even BECOME a 'two pump jump,' Daniel finds that extra layer maddening and overkill when he's trying to achieve orgasmic bliss.

So life went on...we'd watch the calendar (though my cycles are terribly irregular) and we'd enjoy each other fully when it seemed like an 'ok time' or he'd playfully decorate me when it wasn't. The topic would be revisited after our somebody and several times we have even considered my going back on birth control. (Though that kills me and is a topic for another post.)

Whatever your thoughts on this issue may be, we are content with the choices we've made and it is actually quite special to us that we've never felt the need for any kind of 'protecting' from each other. I admit our situation is complicated and undoubtably a bit controversial. Just imagine living it! ;-) But I wouldn't change this aspect of it for the world.

HNT - By Request

f 4/22/10 9:29 am Speaking of HNT...What shall I do?

d 4/22/10 9:31 am ...Whatcha wearing today?

f 4/22/10 9:33 am Dark Jeans

f 4/22/10 9:34 am A tank top.

f 4/22/10 9:35 am And a hoodie which I don't have on...currently.

d 4/22/10 9:36 am Mmm, don't you look yummy, lovey...xoxo

f 4/22/10 9:37 am Thanks baby.

d 4/22/10 9:39 am The girls look good in their tank top. :-D Maybe one of them needs to flash me slightly...

f 4/22/10 9:40 am Like so?

d 4/22/10 9:43 am Mmm, beautiful lovey, :-D How about just a slight teasy pinch...?

f 4/22/10 9:51 am Yes baby.

d 4/22/10 9:53 am  Mmmm...Perfect. :-D I love directing you, y'know....

Daniel's Likes and Dislikes

So, my apologies, it's been a little while...  But I was tagged by our dear friend Mark of 'Fooled Around And Fell...' to do this post of my likes and dislikes.  Hope you enjoy...

-d.

Daniel's Likes:

1.  Frances.  I hope this goes without saying.  :-)  Not to get all sickeningly sweet on you, but she's in my thoughts what feels like every waking minute.  In fact, I'm sitting here missing her cause she hasn't texted me in like 45 minutes...  Lol.

2.  Beer.  GOOD beer.  Big beer.  Flavorful beer of all shapes and colors.  Especially anything almost unbearably hoppy, or almost anything Belgian-styled, particularly Dubbels and other such dark, malty, chewy, rich, warming yumminess.  Which, I realize, are fairly close to polar opposites in the beer world.  I guess I like extremes.  My favorite at the moment is probably the Unibroue "Trois Pistoles", but that's subject to change even between now and when I post this.  I'm still working on trying to get Frances to use terms more descriptive than "beery".  Shrug.  She's not so much a fan.  But it's a work in progress.  ;-)

3.  I love record stores.  I know they're a little bit of a dying breed in this day and age of shopping online, and iPods and MP3 downloading and all that -- and don't get me wrong.  I do all of those things too.  But there's nothing about looking through a list on a screen that matches the visceral joy of flipping through stacks of things and finding something really cool.  Which I tend to find in great numbers.  Lol.  Here's my most recent stack of pickups from the used bins.  Good stuff!

4.  I love to cook.  I suppose I have some favorites / specialties / what have you, but for the most part I just like making nothing in particular.  Despite my engineer-ly nature, I don't really bake, cause it's too precise.  I like to create something.  Something I've never done, something brand new, something special.  One of my favorite nights ever was the night that I threw together dinner for Frances and I out of things we found in her pantry, and then we ate and watched a movie, and...  Well, the rest is a story for another day.  :-)

5.  I kinda like pussy.  ;-)  Whenever frances and I are together, what I'm usually craving most of all (well...  NEARLY most...) is to get my hands and lips and tongue on her.  Even two years later, she still seems a bit taken aback sometimes by how excited I am by it.  She has a hard time believing that I could possibly enjoy it THAT much.  But I do, and she knows it.  I adore pleasing her, and it's satisfying and yummy and just...  Fun.  :-)

Daniel's Dislikes:

1.  Condiments.  It's funny, cause I spent two years working in a plant that makes them.  But I never liked them as a kid, and for the most part I never "learned" to like them.  Now, I love hot sauce.  I'm fine with, say, barbecue.  And my positions on certain other things have softened over the years -- sour cream, mayo, whole grain mustard.  But ketchup, regular yellow mustard, relish, all that stuff you'd squeeze out of a bottle and put on your hot dog?  Yuck.  And don't get me started on pickles...

2.  I don't like lotion.  I'll generally only resort to it in pretty extreme circumstances -- i.e., my hands are cracked and bleeding, that sort of thing.  And even then, only under mild protest.  I just...don't really like it.  Don't like my skin feeling all moist and slimy like a salamander.  :-)  Now, if frances wanted some on some places, I'd be happy to be the one to rub it onto her.  But that's a whole 'nother story. :-)

3.  Don't like condoms.  I know frances has a post in the works that talks about this in a little more detail, but I have a hard enough time occasionally getting where I'm trying to go even WITHOUT them.  So even the thinnest ones can be a major impediment.  Not to mention it's just not as fun that way...  ;-)

4.  Much as I love music, there's some stuff I just don't.  Apologies to any of you who might be fans, but I don't really enjoy contemporary mainstream country.  I like some of the old timey stuff, I like a lot of what gets called 'alt-country', I like bluegrass even...  But the stuff on regular contemporary country radio, no thanks.  Or most 'southern rock' for that matter.  Except the Allman Brothers.  Them I like.

5.  Tequila is bad news.  The first time I ever got seriously sickly drunk was on extremely cheap beer and tequila.  And it's taken me ever since to reclaim it.  I've gotten to the point where I can drink and enjoy, say, a margarita, but straight?  *shudder*  I'd rather have scotch, thanks.

So, in return, *I* am gonna tag our dear friend the Panserbjørne.  Have a good one, everybody...

-d.

TMI Tuesday #233 - Repost of #72

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?

Sexy!  Though honestly, for me, it's something I do more often out of necessity that out of trying to be 'tittilating' or whatever.  Laundry day sneaks up sometimes.  :-)  And a 'best' story, hmm....  Frances & I have had some fun on days that I've been commando, but afraid I don't have a great story.  Shrug.

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?

Um...  Well, it depends what you're trying to accomplish I suppose.  The more there is, the more turned on I get, and -- relatively speaking -- the shorter things are likely to be.  And sometimes that works!  But sometimes I think I'd rather be just ready enough and be good to go for a while.  :-)

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good if you are giving? Equally ewwwww?

'Equally ewwww'????  Who ARE you people?  It's GREAT getting, it's GREAT giving, it's GREAT all of it at once....  I think my fondness is well documented.  :-)

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?

Well, the first one is always easiest. But it depends...Sometimes the first comes easily and just kinda takes the edge off, and then yeah, let's go for 2. :-D But sometimes the first is a little more difficult to come by...Those days, a second is gonna be a challenge, unless we're up for a marathon. :-D

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."

Oh, hell yes. :-D Actually, that's one of the things frances & I get most wistful about, being able to wake up on weekends and have loungy morning naked time...Sigh. Soon.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?
Nope. Nothing to offer this one.

Text Tue - Scheduling Difficulties

It's sad, but D and I spend a lot of the day texting and trying to find time where we can see each other. Looks like this week's gonna be tough to plan, again...

d 4/19/10 8:46 pm ...Sigh I'm so sick of this part, lovey... The constant 'when will we see each other' uncertainty. Gets my tummy all clenchy. :-/ I miss you...:-/

It's been barely 2 weeks since I've been able to be kissed by Daniel. I was lamenting that it felt more like a month.

d 4/19/10 9:04 pm It DOES feel it. :-/ Sigh. Logistically it gets harder and harder to see you, and emotionally it gets harder and harder to NOT see you. Sigh. It's a bad combo...

We haven't given up trying to find time and we're still working to be together always.
And that's a good combo. :-)

HNT - Breakaway Pants

Hi all.  Sorry for the quiet week around here, we've both been sick, and tired, and busy, and blah blah blah...  Anyway, I've got these sorta breakaway track pants kind of pants (which, if I'm remembering right, factor into a story we keep meaning to tell one of these days...).  At any rate, thought I'd show you what they do.  :-)

Happy HNT...

xo
-d.

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HNT - Wrapped Tight...

- Untitled -

I'm not in a good place emotionally lately. I feel like I've made my decision. My marriage is over. I'm ready to move out. To commit myself fully to a life with Daniel. Yet, I hang on. To what the man and I had. To ideas of what it could have been. Every day I play pretend that everything is ok. But it just isn't. We're fine together. I like him, but there's just no future. I want Daniel and the future we have imagined. Yet every day I play pretend and dig myself a bigger hole of hurt, of guilt, of fear. Fearing what everyone will think. How our families will react. What will happen to the man, the mrs., and bbg. I sulk and drag my feet so that everything remains the same, held together by fear and play acting, with my happiness on hold so that everyone around me can go on believing that it's all ok.

The man sent me flowers today (3/30/10) at work, for no reason. With a card that reads, 'because I love you. Hope this brightens your day.' I should point out that he NEVER does this. Not because he doesn't care, but because he's frugal and thinks it's pointless. I dropped the card. I felt sick. I cried. I had expected them to be from Daniel. Immediately I said, 'Why is he doing this to me?' What is he trying to accomplish? It is so painfully obvious to me that it is over between us, but I honestly think it will be a surprise to him and this hurts me. I am not heartless. I still care for him, but it's almost 'too little, too late.' So what do I do with this? This beautiful gesture that should feel so wonderful, but has brought me to tears...I'm lost. Deflated. So I cry. Like I do every day, but always in private. Never enough to let my eyes get red or puffy. Not once do I succumb and let myself lose control. I can't. I might never stop. And besides, that happy-everything's-ok-smile can't be too far away because there always seems to be someone around who needs to see it.

Meeting The Mrs...

in my dreams.

The Mrs. and I went to college together. In fact, we were kinda good friends. (No need to scoff, I have enough guilt for Daniel, myself, AND all you readers out there. Must be the catholic school girl in me.) We have not spoken since just after their daughter was born. (Which was just before she intercepted the overly friendly text from me to Daniel.) I think of her often. Worry about her actually. And often times I just want to forget her, but that's a whole 'nother can of worms I'm gonna avoid opening today.

In this recent dream the state of affairs in our world was as it is in real life -- still living with the others and still hoping to make changes to that. Daniel and The Mrs. had an unexpected funeral to attend and were stuck with no one to watch bbg. (Short for Baby Girl, a nickname we use in text for Daniel's daughter. Much like the one we use for one of our favorite bloggers, Bad Bad Girl, or BBG for short.) ;-)

I was in the kitchen of 'their home' (though it was nothing like their home in real life) washing dishes while bbg was supposedly fast asleep in her room. I hear a noise and go to investigate and somehow she slips past me into the kitchen. By the time I catch up she is holding a bowl full of ice cream. (Whipped cream and a cherry on top to boot!) How an almost 2 year old can achieve that in less than a minute is beyond me, but you know how dreams are...

Of course I tell her no and that it is bed time and like any almost 2 year old she begins to have a fit. I soon realize as I am attempting to discipline her and get her calm again, that she has somehow finger painted with ice cream all over the one wall in the dining room. It is covered floor to ceiling in tiny little sticky handprints.

Time skips ahead, as it often does in dreams, and I am once again standing at the sink finishing the dishes with bbg safely asleep. (For real this time.) I hear the door and The Mrs.' voice and I freeze. She is presumably talking to Daniel though I do not hear him. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights though my mind is screaming that she knows I am here and it's ok. She enters the kitchen and I am still frozen, unable to turn around.

She speaks to me cordially, without a hint of animosity, and reassures me that she was glad I could watch bbg because she knows how good I am with chidren. She walks and talks gently, her voice pulling me along, stunned, as the scenery changes around us. She says she needs me to be her ally. She needs me to convince Daniel to stay with her. That it will be easiest for everybody. I am in a daze, feeling like I barely understand her. In my estimation she is saying things can continue as they are with us seeing each other, but he needs to stay married to her, but that can't be true. Who would live like that?

This conversation continues and becomes ever more hazy until I awake.

I can only imagine what it will be like when The Mrs. and I meet again. I fret over it and long for it at the same time. As always, my feelings are incredibly complex.

HNT - Viva La Revolución!

So, I have this hat that I call my Cuban revolutionary hat.  I don't think frances has seen it in person, but it shows up on Skype and things occasionally, and she thinks it's cute.  :-)  So, she asked very nicely to see me in it, and how could I possibly tell her no?

-d.

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