Called on it *damn*

So, this morning while sipping my coffee at the dining table, husband comes and stands over me "I've been reading your blog, catching up."
I strain to open my eyes, still squinty "yeah, and.."
"And it's kinda all over the place, isn't it? Are you having a hard time putting together your thoughts or what?"
"No, no problem... why, does it read like it?"
"Yeah." He sits and joins me as the kids circle the table; hollaring and cavorting like boys do at 5am. "I almost think you need focus."
I giggle a bit, amazed that I was that transparent... in type. "Oh yeah?" I played "Isn't that what last night was about?"

Yeah, husband and I played hard last night. We watched some good porn, engaged in some heavy, heavy petting... and it was on to the bedroom for some headboard pounding. I must say, it was exactly what I needed after the day I'd had.... hell, the whole week kinda sucked really... kinda. The only thing I didn't get last night was oral... and maybe that's really what I wanted the most. Ultimately I was happy just to get a dickload.
And, oh... you fucking men that work it out in bed, come hard, and then roll over and go to sleep...
I love it.
Because then I don't feel so guilty about doing it myself, rolling over and falling asleep that is.

"Well, last night was not for focus dear... last night was for fun." He smiled, remembering.
"Oh fun, right... what's that?" I laugh at the frustration of the rainy weekend and our conversation, as my youngest trips over the dog and takes a header into the hallway wall. Shit, crying... ice pack, boo boo kiss.

"Well hun, today is a day to get shit done.." he continues "Revamp yourself... meditate or something... just get your sh- uh stuff together."
"Right" I agree... administering ice pack. "What do you suggest?"

His suggestion was a babysitter first. Music second. Why? Because he knows these things are essential for EN to get her mojo back... to finish all of those unfinished projects. To get the blog and other tasks back on track.... Perhaps I am writing too much about myself. After all, this blog was supposed to be for posting my erotica, and my sexual escapades. Could it be that I am sharing too much? Not sticking to my format?
Shit, I hate formats... and unless somebody calls me on it... I wing it.

So here I am, and will be damn near all night... writing, listening, sharing, experiencing.
I have my playlist, and my sexuality seems to be peaking... as I cannot keep my mind focused on anything but sex.
It really is a good thing I was never like this when I was younger... so many boys were so much safer without EN roaming the hallways, leaning on the lockers.
so safe.

My playlist? Glad you asked. I start with Depeche Mode, mix in a tad of NIN, Mad Season, Lords of Acid once the party really gets started. Also popped in some Sublime for fun, Modest Mouse, Jay-Z... and of course lil Kim. If I get low on music tonight, I'll resort to the oldies... which have always proved successful when coupled with a joint and a drink.

As a side note: I sugar momma'd husband with some computer toys... Felt awesome treating him to some goodies... after all the treating he's done for me, he's earned it. I hope that doesn't make him prostituted... or me his pimp. Although, that in itself is an extremely interesting thought. Should run with that.

So, should be an interesting evening... if I can keep my hands out of my pants long enough, I may be able to get some shit done. IF being the operative word.