Music and Sex

If you follow us on twitter (@francesordaniel) you might have seen my recent tweet.

This is the absolute BEST musical marking I've ever seen in a score.

It was accompanied by this picture:






...which I stole from a vanilla friend's facebook page. It is a picture from the score of Jonathan Dove's opera 'Flight.'

The plot is similar to the movie "The Terminal" starring Tom Hanks. Feel free to research it if you like, but that's not really the point of this post.

Anyway, when I saw the marking "Grand and Orgasmic," I was not only amused, but as a musician and sexual being, I got to thinking how intimately related sex and music are for me. I dare say they are two of my passions that make up a large part of me. (The constant balance of vanilla and naughty in my life is not lost on me.)

All that said I started pondering the types of music Daniel and I have made love to. We are beings to whom music and sex are tremendously important. Both are kind of "our thing." Our musical tastes are as diverse as our sexual tastes and moods often dictate our preferences for each. We have made love to jazz as well as classical and I dare say we've fucked to eclectic rock and the digital stylings of Girl Talk. The connection for us is special. Part of what makes us francesanddaniel.

I once had a professor who told me she used to make love to the final trio of Strauss's Der Rosenkavalir with her ex husband. At the time, though in grad school, I was certain this was a case of TMI, but having discovered myself sexually since then, I have a new respect for her. Cause, yeah, that particular piece is both grand and orgasmic.

What kind of music (if any) do you folks like to do the mad monkey dance to? Does it effect your approach to sex or influence the type of moves you showcase? Feel free to share! Inquiring minds want to know. :-)

On 'Being Intentional'

So, frances and I were discussing this post on edencafe.com (which, by the way, is a nicely informative blog run by the folks at edenfantasys, with posts on a wide variety of topics related to relationships and sexuality).  Anyway, the post is worth a read and makes a number of points, but one of things it does is somewhat make the case for the idea of "scheduling" sex.

Now, I'll be honest, in the past that's never been a concept that I've been a big fan of.  It's always kinda seemed like a bad sitcom joke to me... (Tuesday, 10:00 am, Staff Meeting; 2:00 pm, Dentist's Appointment; 6:00 pm, Dinner with the Smiths; 8:30 pm, Sex; 8:45 pm, Sleep.)  But it got me thinking.  With the situation being what it has been, in a way, we're almost ALWAYS "scheduling" things to one degree or another.  With very few exceptions, we know days or weeks in advance when we're going to be together and alone.  Things don't just "happen", we've always had to make them.  And sometimes, we've been able to use that anticipation to our advantage, working ourselves into a nice frenzy in the hours and days ahead of our "scheduled" time.  Of course, other times, it's gone the other way - times when we're tired, or under the weather, or just not feeling it and would rather just snuggle.  But it's the time we've got, so we feel like we need to make it work.

For me, I can't say that it's all that uncommon to have to plan sex. I have less of an aversion to this than Daniel because of the situation of my only other long term sexual relationship, my marriage. On account of our schedules, it was always a necessity to schedule sex.

When I became involved with Daniel, his penchant for spontaneity was truly appreciated. The moments that would turn into heated lovemaking when I had only expected to see him and kiss him are some of the most exciting sessions in my life. However, as time has progressed there have been more occasions that we feel we "have" to do it for the mere fact that we don't know when the next time will be that we will be alone and naked. This has especially been true recently as time together has been even harder to come by. Honestly, and we've written about it before, it's proved a little troublesome to feel like we HAVE to when we don't really desire to.

Our situation is obviously complicated. I hope than when we are together for real, we can avoid scheduling sex as much as possible. I love the organic nature of spontaneous sex, but I also agree with the article. Taking care of our mental and physical sexual selves will help keep us ready for sex, spontaneous or planned. I hope we will continue to sext each other, to read erotica and watch porn, both alone and together. Family and work may provide obstacles to our sexuality, but a little preparation goes along way. So all in all, planning sex is a valid way to ensure the sexual health of your relationship, but I'm hoping our preparation will avoid getting to the point where "fuck frances" appears in Daniel's day planner.

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Being a Slut

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Effects of Effexor

Honesty and Courtesy

#LadyPornDay

Master and Slave?

My Experiences with Porn

Question Month: #1

Thoughts on Porn by Holden

What if His Is Much Larger Than Mine? – His & Hers Perspectives on Cock Size And Swinging

Wet Pussy

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Introducing the charity spanking anthology

Kink & Fetish

A Negotiated Spanking

Cuff Me to the Bed

Don't Let Go

given

I Want In

Sexlopedia: Edge Play

Sex as a Tool

Sometimes

The cute checkout girl browsed my bare cleavage

Worth The Wait

Erotic Writing

Back to the scene of the crime

blood/lust [pt.one]

Deals

dirty me...

Hooray for Half Term

Honey, I'm Home

I Like Your Dream

Naughty Nurse Night At The Swingers Club

On Eating Pussy

Our Nectars

personal records

Returned

Short Dress. High Heels. Margaritas…

Sex With A Friend Part 1

Traditional Loving?

The fun of firsts

The Power of Seduction

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Wet Wednesday

This is Not Our House: A Small Rant

This is not our house...

As you all know if you've been reading, frances and I are in the midst of looking for a place for us. And it's frustrating.

Case in point: two weeks ago, I took a Friday off to go house hunting for us. I had a list of six potential places that I had called the day or two before to try and see. One told me that the place was no longer available, and seemed irritated that I had called. One other called me back to tell me (nicely at least, this one) that that place was also taken. And the others just plain never returned my calls. So I spent the day playing poker. Won us a nice security deposit, but i digress...

The place above is the latest one not to cut it for us. It's at the top end of our price range, to the extent that i nearly didn't consider it, but thought "well... if it's really awesome, maybe we'll make it work."

It was NOT really awesome.

Dingy inside and out, flaking paint, water damage, cheap-o linoleum... on the bright side, i guess it was big enough. But it would not have been the place for us even $200/mo cheaper. It was that bad.

The list of places to be seen is currently at two. I wish there were more. I wish people would answer their phones. I wish the perfect house would fall out of the sky and land gently right where we want it.

It just takes one. That's what I keep telling myself...

-d.

Unexpected Surprises

I am naked. Covered only in a light sheet as the morning light pokes brightly through the blinds, making stripes on the crisp, white cotton. It rustles and there is a depression in the mattress next to my feet. I feel your hand lightly on my ankle and a gentle kiss above it sends little shocks directly to the V between my legs. I smile as you gently encourage me onto my back, spreading my thighs and taking up residence between them. 


Your grasp on my calves is firm and you plant kisses on the tops of each foot. Your left hand caresses me higher, your fingertips brushing my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I sigh, squirming when your tongue finds my instep. There is wetness between my thighs, both new and left over from our night of lusty pleasures. I can feel it, heavy on my hair and cooling as the air touches my damp lips. 


Your kisses intensify. What were once barely perceived touches have become wet nips with teeth and tongue. My nipples harden and I arch my back, begging you to touch my pussy, to play in my wetness. You resist, torturing me with touches, kisses, and teases. Your hands reach under me to cup my ass, fingers digging into flesh and causing my juice to escape and pool under me on the bed. Finally your mouth arrives at the apex of my thighs. I can feel your warm breath subtly moving the trimmed bush on my mons. 


"Please..." I moan, pushing myself closer so your lips make contact with skin. You nuzzle me. I can hear you inhale deeply the scent of me and then I feel it, gentle kisses on the bare lips of my pussy. Soon enough your tongue escapes to taste the wetness there, but you refuse to give me what I desire. My hips move uselessly as your hands hold me to the bed. 


You continue the torture until I think your tongue will never touch my sensitive clit. I am desperate, needy, speaking in incoherent moans and sighs. And then I feel it, your tongue grows, pushing between my labia. You take a long lick beginning as close to the bed as you can reach and ending above my clit, your nose buried in the scent of me. That one taste ends the teasing. We are wanton now. You fingers enter me, one, two, I lose count as you find my g spot and begin to stroke it. 


The warmth spreads from the inside out and your lips assault my clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. The foreplay has already brought me so close to orgasm. My cunt sensitive from our previous play. You flick that spot to the right side of my clit, strumming, starting the sequence that will lead to my release. Your hand is fucking me, fingers petting my g spot and pinky gently stroking my asshole. 


My hands find your hair and I grind myself against your face causing you to hold your breath. For a moment we are both silent as my muscles tense and I begin to come. Sounds escape my throat as you find space to breath, never interrupting the motions that sent me over the edge. You slow as I behind to come down, but your hand turns, encouraging my muscles to grip you tighter, an often uncontrollable spasm that can cause me to come again. I do, the pain of my sensitivity creating an even larger release. 


When it is over, your hand retreats and you rest a moment, cheek on my tummy. We catch our breath and you climb atop my body looking to kiss me. Your hard nipples graze my chest sending shivers down my body. I breath the scent of my sex on your face as we kiss. The taste is sweet, a perfect mix of soft sex and soft lips. Our eyes meet and and you finally speak, a wicked gleam in your eye.


"I think it's time you return the favor." 


I grab your face and pull you to me, my right leg bending at the knee to find the wetness of your pussy pressed upon it. You grind yourself into my leg as I turn to see Daniel, cock in hand, nodding in approval.

Effects of Effexor, The Aftermath

I had high hopes that the transition from Effexor to Wellbutrin would be easy and painless. Sadly it has not been so. Two weeks ago, per my doctor's instructions, I began taking the Wellbutrin with my Effexor. The second week I took the Wellbutrin every day and the Effexor every other day. Since last Wednesday, I have been solely ingesting the Wellbutrin and beginning on Friday evening I have been feeling terrible. Headache, dizzy, hot flashes, nausea, random bouts of sweating, and a general malaise have hung over me the last 3 days. Added with my penchant for bursting into tears at the drop of a hat as well as the random suicidal thoughts and I'd say I'm doing quite well! ;-)

Joking aside, though I physically feel like hell, Daniel has said he notices a difference in me sexually. He says, "...it was all a little bit subjective, but it seemed easier to get you closer [to orgasm]. Easier to get you going and keep you there. Things before seemed so fragile, like little things would distract or frustrate you and I could never keep things right for long enough to even get you close..." I dare say I would have to agree. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but in experimenting with our first toy for review, even though I was feeling so terrible, I was able to accomplish not one, but two orgasms with a toy that isn't exactly built to service my particular body.

As the toy easily slid inside of me I was hesitant. Not really wanting to attempt my pleasure as I had been so let down in the recent past. I was wet though, and my body betrayed me. The orgasm was upon me quickly although this particular toy had proven troublesome. As I lay texting Daniel to relay my success, the toy still buried inside my wetness, my pussy twitch around the thin shaft. This involuntary movement sent little shocks of warmth to my clit, still lying next to the cold plastic of the rabbit shaft of the vibe. Could I do it again? I pondered. I seemed so close to the edge again already...
I pushed the toy further between my wet lips, both shafts seeming to have found their perfect place amidst my flesh. I pushed the button 3 times to bring the highest level of stimulation to both my g spot and my aching clit. I was immediately on the edge again. I made a small circle around my clit with the toy. And again. My pussy twitched and warmth spread throughout my lower half. I bit my lip, panting, muscles twitching. My lips curved into a smile, the upper ones of course. As my body began to relax, my numb fingers began a triumphant text to Daniel, only 2 minutes after the last one.


So yeah, I think frances is on the mend. ;-) I may feel like poo-poo now, but I think there might be a pin prick of light at the end of the tunnel. Watch out world!

Review 1: Short & Sweet Sugar Rabbit Vibrator by Evolved Novelties

*Please review our guidelines for reviews here*

-------Quick overview-----
Who will like this product? Those who enjoy...

• short, thin objects for penetration
• low frequency vibrations
• ribbed texture
• direct clitoral stimulation
• rabbit vibrators

Pros:

• Phthalate-free and body safe
• Waterproof
• Double motors (one for each 'shaft')
• Ribbed texture
• Quiet
• Supple material allows for adjustment depending on individual preferences

Cons:

• Short(ish) battery life
• Vibrations too gentle
• Difficult to achieve perfect placement inside and out without effort
• On/Off switch placement allows for power outages at inopportune moments

Now let's get into the nitty gritty...

Materials & Workmanship (3 pearls): Non-toxic TPR (soft plastic). This allows the toy to flex and conform, which is both good and bad. Although it helps make this toy more "everybody friendly" it's also difficult to keep it just where you need it. The base is the most high end looking part of the toy. It's sleek and the controls are satin-smooth and coated. They blend in with the base. Unfortunately the see through jelly look of the shafts make it look cheap to me. (Though it's in the modest price rage of toys.) I don't think it will last forever, but it certainly won't fall apart after a few uses.

Aesthetic Appeal (3 pearls): As I mentioned above, the base is nice. Good color. Gives it the impression of a higher end toy. Unfortunately, the material of the shafts and the ribbing bring it down at bit in the cute category. It's certainly cute enough though, that you won't be TOO embarrassed should someone stumble across it. The tin it comes in is clever, albeit a bit big for such a small toy. I'd actually use it for something else were it didn't scream "sex toy" all over the outside. (Not really, but you know what I mean.) The color is nice. We received the purple one and I like the lilac tone to it, especially at the base where it is not see through.

Features (2 pearls): The fact that there are 2 motors, one for each shaft, gave this toy an extra pearl. This brings the vibrations all the way to the tip of each shaft and allows much more stimulation in both the vaginal and clitoral areas. Unfortunately this is imperative as I do not feel the motor is that strong. There are 3 settings, but even on high I wasn't blown away by it's strength. This relates to the battery life as well. The first time we used it, the vibrations were stronger then when I pulled it out for a second try a few days later. I was surprised the change in strength after only one use. We've played with it for maybe and hour total and I already feel it might benefit from fresh batteries.

Fun (3 pearls): The first time we used this product we were together. Daniel tried rabbiting me into orgasm land. No luck. So I tried. Once again, I could not figure a way to make this toy work for my body. If I got the vaginal shaft in the right place, the clit one was poking me too high and vice versa. Thankfully, I gave it another shot before this review and I'm happy to say that I was able to achieve not one, but 2 orgasms. I'm not sure what the difference was today, but the fact that it was this difficult to achieve makes me believe this won't be my go to toy. This is not to diminish the fun to be had with this little gem. I am just a firm believer that rabbit toys are hard to make so that they fit everyone. Maybe a thinner girl would have better luck with this. I'm not sure, but I'm thankful that EdenFantasys let us try it out, so I can have a better idea what my next rabbit toy investment should be.

"Mystery Category" (2 pearls): I'm giving this an extra 2 pearls for the design of the on/off button. It lays smoothly at the very end of the handle and I can't decide if I love it or hate it. On one hand it is very easy to use one finger to change the speed of the vibrations. On the other hand, this toy in general requires a lot of adjusting in use to get the right spots, so I did have a couple "power outages" where I accidentally turned it off while trying to reposition the toy. This was not helpful, but funny nonetheless. (Side note--> It just accidentally turned on in the tin as I rotated the tin to check that I had the info right for this review!)

Text Tuesday: Daniel's turn-on

Before I wrote and posted yesterdays short list on what turns me on, I tasked Daniel with an assignment:

f 3/14/11 11:28 am ...in 5 texts or less-explain something that turns you on...describe it. elaborate. or possibly tell what it means to you/does to you. anything. you're gonna provide out text tue for tomorrow. ;-)


He graciously accepted the challenge. It took him all day, but he finally had a free moment to think about it and text me.

d 3/14/11 8:54 pm So, the thing on my mind that turns *me* on is the smell of your skin. Part of it, of course, is your soap and your lotion and things that you put on, but behind it is something that's indescribably you and just makes me want to put my mouth on you. ;-) 


d 3/14/11 8:55 pm And I know you still think it's a little bit wierd, but that's why I like you a little dirty. ;-) Cause to you it's maybe "dirty," but to me it's just less soap and more you. :-)


So what turns you guys on? Leave us a comment, we're eager to hear!

A Short List...

of frances' turn-ons.

1.



The feeling if his breath on my face the moment before we touch. Soft and gentle, warm lips pressing together delicately. A mouth opening, encouraging more. The tingle when his tongue reaches for mine. Kisses like this that intensify to him holding my face in his hands and nibbling on my lower lip.

2.



Those kisses moving from my lips to the spot behind my left ear. The place where my power button is. Where nerve endings seem to transfer all sensation straight to my pussy. Kiss me there and you'll surely find my panties wet.

3.



The scent of my lover. Clean, fresh, his cologne or deodorant. I love burying my face in his chest, cuddling up in my spot under his arm, lost in the scent of him. The smell of man, my man. Sometimes, this alone is enough to make me tingle and flush down below.

4.



I love to have my ass rubbed. Gentle, delicate, broad sweeps across each cheek. Teasing. Soft scratches with fingernails, the ones that give goosebumps. Do this long enough and I will open my legs, begging you to rub and tease the lips of my pussy.

5. Teasing kisses, touches, spanking, fucking, any kind of teasing you can imagine. The more you tease me, the hotter I become and the more explosive the orgasm will be. Tie me up. Tell me I'm not allowed to come. Then, torture me mercilessly with teases. Make me beg. Please...

Coming Soon...

So, we've certainly written about toys here in the past, but we've got something new that will be coming soon and periodically thereafter here at 29-pearls -- frances and I will be reviewing toys!

Just as a disclaimer, and one we're sure to repeat...  Yes, these toys are being provided to us in exchange for our review.  But having said that, we're going to do our best to be as objective as possible.  We're not going to pretend to love something we don't.  Not going to tell you that something rocks our socks when it just plain doesn't. Trust us.

Anyway, the fun part.  We've come up with a quick visual aid for our reviews, where we're going to rate our playthings on the things that are most important to us.  It looks like this:

And of course, it all adds up to 29.  ;-)  Ratings will go as follows...

Materials & Workmanship (1-6 pearls):  What's it made of?  Is it nice?  Is it safe?  Does it feel cheap?  Is it gonna last a hundred years, or fall apart in your hand?  (Or, I suppose, someplace worse...)

Aesthetic Appeal (1-6 pearls):  What can we say, we're suckers for the pretty.  :-)  Is it cute?  Is it nicely packaged?  Does it make you want to pick it up and play with it, or hide it where nobody will see it?  Do we like the color?  A self-indulgent category, maybe, but hey, these things are important to us, and it's our blog.  :-)

Features (1-6 pearls):  What cool tricks does it do?  Will it make my coffee for me?  Does it do all the things that it says it does?  If it has a motor, is it strong?

Fun (1-6 pearls):  This is obviously the big one.  And we understand your mileage may vary.  But what did it do for us and our naughty bits?  Did we enjoy it?  Is this gonna be a new favorite, or not so much?

"Mystery Category" (1-5 pearls):  This category will vary from toy to toy, and is our opportunity to give bonus points (or anti-bonus-points) for things that don't fit in the categories above.  

We think we'll have fun, we hope you do too, and let's all find some new things to play with, shall we...?

-d.

Effects of Effexor

I don't think I ever really sat down to analyze what it actually feels like when my body orgasms. In fact, before I became intimate with Daniel I rarely (if ever) experienced the range, depth, or intensity of feelings (physical or emotional) as when I climax now. I really believe I have come into my own sexually (pun intended) these last 3 years. Before I begin to gush all about Daniel and his amazing hands, and tongue, and cock and...where was I? Oh yeah, since October I've been struggling with my 'new' sexuality on meds. Antidepressant medication to be exact. Long story short, it has made me think a lot more about what's going on with my body surrounding climax. Once I get myself sorted out medically I'm hoping to revisit this topic to view my orgasms on a more balanced, 'normal' frances scale. So, yeah, this post is all about my orgasms on drugs.

I was, until last week, taking Effexor. I am currently weaning off it and onto Wellbutrin. As successful as Effexor was at regulating my moods, I gained 12 lbs, had an incredibly diminished sex drive, and MAJOR difficulty orgasming. I am sure Effexor is not entirely to blame, so let me get to the point, talking about what my body FELT like sexually on Effexor.

It was much harder to convince my body I was horny and noticeably more difficult for me to become aroused. Mentally, I knew I should be, on account of the fact that generally I am like a 12 year old boy when it comes to thinking about sex, but physically I was noticeably less wet, flushed, and turned on, even when I wanted to be. It was almost like my body was numb. Not on the surface numb, but that weightless haze like floating lazily underwater. It's like the sensations never penetrated past the top few layers of my skin.

This feeling especially plagues my clit. It feels desensitized to pleasure. It is sensitive, but seems to feel more pain than pleasure. It is even harder than before to find that perfect spot to make me come. And now that I think about it, clitoral orgasms are pretty much non-existent on Effexor. I would try, placing a vibe off to the side of my clit, in a spot that felt promising and I could establish that burn in my tummy, that warmth of pleasure in my pubis, but I always knew (and proved on more than one occasion) that there was no way I was going to make it to the finish line that way. Before the drugs it wasn't easy, but I could totally get off that way in say, 10-15 minutes with minimal effort.

Having made this clitoral discovery, I resigned myself to the fact that I would need g spot combined with clitoral stimulation to achieve the Big O. My orgasms are always stronger this way, so that's not necessarily a bad thing, but that numbness I spoke of before also effects my g spot, so any orgasm is like three times the work. I find myself having to rock the toy in and out of my pussy, stoking my g spot WHILE rocking and moving a vibe on my clit. This is just not normal for me. I'm getting used to it, figuring it out, but this whole body desensitization is really frustrating. It shouldn't be so much damn work!

That said, on Effexor I have had some seriously intense g spot orgasms where the sensations tend to last a whole lot longer than my standard orgasms. Actually, on Effexor, I have had more multiple orgasms than ever. That's awesome, but overall I'm not sure it's worth the trade.

The final sexual dysfunction that Effexor presented me was a mental hurdle that I, along with other women (if I'm to believe popular women's rags), experience naturally--Presence. It was nigh impossible for me to stay focused, aroused, and present in the passion with Daniel. Even when I was drug free, little daily stresses would creep into my brain and sidetrack the last train to orgasm-land. The Effexor pretty much prevented me from even using Sexy Barbie to get back on track. I know this relates to my initial problem of decreased sex drive, but having struggled with presence before, I thought it needed elaboration.

I look forward to seeing what the Wellbutrin does for me. I want my libido back. I want to FEEL again. To yearn. To need. I miss the passion of my senses. The electricity when D touches me 'just so.' Just wish I didn't have to trade for the multiples. ;-)

Frustration

Frances is frustrated. Earlier this week, Daniel retrieved a little package from OUR PO Box. A package from EdenFantasys that we hope will be the first of many. That's right, folks! Francesanddaniel are taking the next step in our sexual journey. We have become sex toy reviewers. (Well, not technically  since we haven't reviewed anything yet, but soon!) However, herein lies the rub...we have hesitated taking this step for the last 2 years because it is often difficult to determine when we will be able to escape to see each other and play together. (Falling in love with a married person 2 hours from your home will do that...) Thus, the thought of masturbating myself into and orgasmic coma with this cute rabbit style dual stimulation vibe




(my first vibe of this variety) is driving me insane. I am not the kind of girl that likes to wait. The phrase 'instant gratification' comes to mind...

We are determined to make this work. We are feeling hopeful and eager for change. (As indicated by more frequent blogging/interaction with blog friends, a new look here at 29-Pearls, and our daily search for a place to live.) We are determined to stay motivated to see each other, find an apartment to share, and, of course, find time to
play and review.

So, although 'Jessica' (get it? I named my new vibe after Jessica Rabbit) ;-) is currently buried surreptitiously in the depths of the trunk of Daniels car, it will not be long before she is plumbing my depths and I'm telling you folks all about it.

Are you as excited as I am? Please leave a comment if there is something specific you'd like to hear about!

Underneath The Stars (The Less Dramatic Version)

I had an appointment that required me to go back to my hometown recently. Seeing that it's close(ish) to Daniel's work we decided to meet and have a little date. We have been anticipating the day where I could take him to all my local spots and show him where I got up to trouble when I lived with my parents. As we drove through the town I pointed out roads and landmarks, some of which he has heard stories regarding and others, not. He waited patiently with beer and hot dogs at a dive bar that he loves and that I used to go to with my grandmother. (Only for the hot dogs back then!)

Once I finished with my appointment there was one special spot I had wanted to show him and claim for ourselves. This may sound creepy, but my parents house is next to a cemetery. A large, lovely cemetery on top of a hill. I can't remember a time when I didn't find this particular cemetery peaceful and quiet. I was never scared to be there. In fact, I spent much of my time sitting at the topmost part of the landscape, looking out over the city. The view is incredible, indescribable. (Though I am going to try.) You can see the entire town from that hill and if you tilt your head upright, the stars seem as if you can reach out and grab them. Needless to say, this was one of my favorite places to hang out as a child.

Then I got older. Soon it was a place to hang out and do all those things that experimenting teenagers do. There is a little cove surrounding a religious icon in the hill that is perfect for concealment. Throughout high school, my group of friends would hang out there. I wasn't too wild, but there was some drinking, pot (possibly other drugs), and of course little sexual escapades. (Mostly none by me as I was the goody goody).  In the summer it was the place to watch the town fireworks and in the winter it had the best sled riding hill around. I had forgotten how much this place meant to me.

Daniel and I parked my car, leaving the lights on so I could try and find my grandfather's grave. We trekked around the crunchy grass cursing the lack of a flashlight. After we found it, I began walking uphill with him following. He tried to give me light with his cell phone, but I know this place. I know if you wait long enough, your eyes will adjust and things become clear. Even without sight, I could have found the cove.

"Ready for a little rock climbing?" I joked.

We scaled the final hill and the city was laid out before us. The air was crisp. Barely 40 degrees. The world in front of us alight with stars and house lights. The only thing missing was the moon. I can't wait to take him back there to see the full moon. We kissed. I sniffed my running nose. I whispered little things to him, frightened we would be caught, but all the while knowing this was the only place on earth I would feel "safe" getting up to no good in.

He embraced me from behind, and THAT's when the fun began...

One small step...

We've written here before about the secret P.O. Box at the post office around the corner from my office.

Well... it's nothing earth-shattering, but it's a small thing that we can say is official. It's no longer my P.O. box. It's OUR P.O. box. :-)

As of about half an hour ago, we are now:

francesanddaniel
P.O. Box 111
Town-where-Daniel's-office-is USA

In other news, we have a package! But more on that after we play with it... ;-)

-d.

"Stuff:" Want vs Need (with a little emotional confusion)

How's that for a title? Kind of as mixed up as I feel...


When I look around my apartment, I wonder what things I will get to take with me when I leave. Will my favorite chair make the move? My treadmill, my favorite lamp, all of the matching accoutrements I have acquired for the bedroom over the last seven years? Will Daniel and I even want the beautiful four poster bed with matching cherry dresser and side tables that MY uncle gave to me after his divorce? I look at this "stuff" and I wonder, "can I live without it?" "Is it possible for me to leave it behind?" The short and easy answer is yes. They are just objects. The real treasure in leaving is finally getting to live the life we've dreamed about with the man I know will be a partner, supporter, and friend.


Obviously, many of these items are emotionally tied to the 10+ years I have spent living with the man and trying to make a life with him. (That bed especially, and understandably so, is a little tough for Daniel to swallow.) And similarly, anything he brings from his time with her will have equal visceral connections for the two of us. However, how do we balance that dislike of sentimental emotional ties with the fact that we will need a bed to sleep in, dishes to eat of off, and just general "stuff" to fill our house and make our new place a home?


I am often much more conflicted with the loss of "stuff" than Daniel is. The man and I have never had much. We scrimped and saved and have mismatched-hand-me-down everything. Our financial situation has never been the best on account of our career choices, but over the years I have begun to be able to decorate in a way that I like. I have amassed a few treasures that I will be disappointed to lose.


What am I trying to say? It's hard. Hard to explain the circles of logic and reason rolling around in my brain. I know in my head that I don't want these specific "treasures" with Daniel. They will not be ours. We want to have our own "stuff,"  to create our own home environment as a couple to plant our little family in and watch it grow. However, for the time being, we will not have large sums of money to replace anything we might lose in the divorce. We cannot go out and spend thousands on the perfect bedroom suit or complimentary linens. It would just be unwise and irresponsible. So we are stuck deciding what items have the least emotional ties to our others.


Daniel and I had a long discussion last night about things we would be able to take and those that we might not want. I think we now understand the sticking points for each of us. It was a good conversation and gave us a realistic look of our lives after the move. Unfortunately, the moment we leave our respective houses, we will not be free of the lingering memories of our time as husband and wife to the others, but I am confident that over the years, Daniel and I will be able to replace these memories, this "stuff," with items that are infused with francesanddaniel.


I am very interested to see what mix of household wares our new place gathers. I am sure they will look different in the light of our new found freedom. Until then, and until we can afford to replace anything we might lose, I'm going to try really hard to remember that it's all just "stuff."

Underneath the stars...

*Please press play before you begin reading.*

Floating here like this with you
Underneath the stars, alight for 13 billion years

The view is beautiful, ours alone tonight
Underneath the stars

I can feel the warmth of Daniel against my back as I relax into him. The city is spread out before us, lights twinkling in the crisp winter air. He kisses my head and my gaze raises higher, the sparkling city mirroring the starry, cloudless sky above us. I giggle. His cold hand wiggles into the back of my pants as the other snakes its way up my stomach, leaving my skin exposed to the night air.

Spinning round and round with you

Watching shadows melt the light

Soft shining from our eyes

Into another space is ours alone tonight

Watching shadows melt

Lost in sensation, his fingers find my clit, pinching, rolling the slick bead between my labia and his fingers. I moan. The fierce cold heightens every sense. Unable to ascertain why, I tremble. Perhaps it is his skillful hands or maybe the cold night air, even more likely, it is the thrill of standing atop a hill in the midst of winter preparing for his cock to fill the wet space he has created between my legs.

And the waves break
And the waves break

“Bend yourself over that rock for me.” He growls as the unmistakable sound of zipper teeth unlocking fills the night. My pants fall to the ground, my hands are painfully cold as I present myself for his view, a trail of wetness rolling lazily down my leg. Body heat radiates solely from my cunt and it is begging him to take me. I don’t have to wait long. His large head slips through my wet lips. I push back to meet him until he is fully inside. We pause.

Whisper in my ear a wish

We could drift away held tight

Your voice inside my head

The kiss is infinite and ours alone tonight
We could drift away

He takes me roughly, pounding my pussy mercilessly as we stand concealed only in darkness. Our moans echo down the hillside accompanied by the raunchy slurp of my greedy pussy assaulted by his hard cock. “I need to taste you.” I whisper, even though I could scream it and I doubt anyone would notice. I fall to my knees, ignoring the cold that envelops me. In the dim light, his cock seems to steam from the heat of my juices. I swallow him whole. His bulbous head meets resistance at the back of my throat. He exhales and twines his hand in the hair on the back of my head. He uses this to push further into me. In an instant he is gone and I am once again bent over the cold stone. His fingers find my g spot and I feel my pussy twitch. He replaces his fingers with tongue and laps hungrily at my juice.

Flying here like this with you

Underneath the stars alight for 13 billion years

The view is beautiful and ours alone tonight
Underneath the stars

Now the rock is at my back and Daniel is kissing me. I can smell my sex on him. I can taste the sweetness of my pussy on his lips. My eyes are wide open the nigh sky is massive above me. Stars swim in my vision as he grinds his hand against my pubic mound. As good as everything feels I cannot close my eyes. The view is too amazing. I cry out and pull him to me, the weight of his body connecting us to the rock below.

And everything gone and all still to come

As nothing to us together as one

In each others arms, so near and so far
Forever as now underneath the stars

I tingle from the cold, from his touch. Fucking me from behind again I feel his hands on my hips. His skin is cool like mine. Our breathing is ragged as we grunt and slam our bodies against one another. I can feel his cock extend even further into me as he gets close climax.

As the waves break

Daniel cries out loudly. He realizes there is no need to be quiet. I can feel him spasming-once, twice, over and over. My pussy clenches tight around him. We are panting together. Our muscles exceedingly taxed from the exertion and the weather. There are no words. We right ourselves and embrace. His kiss warms my lips as the river of come flows out between my legs.  

(I'm Gonna Be) 16,000 Miles

"Just think how far we've traveled in this relationship," frances said last night as we were on our phones, driving our separate ways from our evening spent together (and more on that soon)...

"How far do you think it's been?"

So, we did the math. Sometimes, we've seen each other three or four times a week. Those have been good times. Sometimes, it's been a month or more. Those, obviously, have not. But on average, we figure we've seen each other about once every other week. And if we meet halfway, it means about 100 miles round trip for each of us.

So, 100 miles, every other week, for about 3 years... means we've each driven about 8,000 miles. Or, roughly, about enough to have each driven once around the country like you see above.

Crazy.

But i'd do it all again in a heartbeat... :-)

-d.

The turning point.

As April nears I am constantly imagining the moment I have 'the talk' with the man. You know, the one in which I break his heart and confirm the dissolution of our marriage by admitting I am leaving to be with Daniel. Every time I run through the scenario in my head it is different. However, no matter what I say, what words I use, or how I try to sugar coat it, it ends up being this huge, surprising bombshell from which I can't even begin to determine the type of fall out there will be.

As it stands currently at the frances-and-the-man household, he is completely oblivious. I realize that this is entirely my fault. After my brief and devastating three day separation from Daniel, I never discussed the fact that I couldn't live without my love and have since reconnected with him.

The topic really has not come up. In the man's post break up victorious world we are on track to live happily ever. In the few minutes of serious life discussion between the man and I he has brought up buying a house, having a family, and how he feels we are on the right track to being together. Every time, I brush him off. I honestly only see him for collectively 25 min during the week and a few hours (if that) on weekends. The time for serious discussions such as these just never seems to present itself with sufficient time, on account of his current work schedule.

Sadly, this schedule has been both a blessing and a curse. I feel free and happy to live as if I've already left him. We live at the same address but almost in different shifts. Though his pursuing of my body and affection is obvious in the minimal we spend together, I can easily treat him as a roommate and not a husband.

We still have our accepted duties around the house. I pay the bills and tidy up, while he takes out the garbage and does the majority of the laundry. He still does nice things for me. He still seeks to please me and 'win me back.' I just don't understand how he can not see that I was lost to him long ago.

So yes, I am a coward for not telling him I'm seeing Daniel again. Yes, this will make the news of my departure even harder to bear. (The word that constantly rings in my ears is, BETRAYL.) And yes, I feel like an evil human being for the way this has all gone down, but I know that at the moment I sit him down, the second I say those words that I am dreading--I know that in this painful separation we will both be free. The man will be able to begin his life again without me and francesanddaniel can begin the life we've only dreamed about here.

I dread this moment on many levels, but it is the turning point and I am eager to see what's around the corner.