Ain't it a Fwiggin' Shame...

I'm tired, tired of being in love...
I've had my fill of love...
From below,
and above.

I'm tired. tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired...

Let's face it I'm tired.

Lilly Von Stupp is my hero. Just want that said first and foremost.


Holy hell people, I can't believe that we blasted my comments section yesterday with 300+. LOL! Well granted a good few of us were drinking, but still. That was worthy of a gold schlong award for sure. If you have a gold schlong, please send it over. No actually wait until tomorrow... no mas.

It's Saturday today, and my body feels a bit like yesterdays comments section.... worn the fuck out. Seriously, I hadn't had that much sex in one day, in a very very long time.

Here, do the math with me:

Stayed in bed from 7:30 - 1:00 all by myself, completely undistracted and intent to focus on my sexual neediness. Did that, ummm.... at least 3 to 4 times between nodding off into a slight sleep and checking blogs.

Jesse arrived around 1:15, helped herself to some thanksgiving left overs- and then had me for dessert... After I showered, we decided not to go out for drinks like we had originally planned but stay in and drink some left over wine. This of course dictated secondsies... not on the food.

Husband arrives home wayyy earlier than either of us had planned, with my youngest son in tow. We hear them come in the door and freak out. Clothes clothes, where's the clothes?!?!

We were dressed in time, but in each others garments... which prompted a raised eyebrow from husband and an akward meeting for Jesse and my son.

"Honey, this is auntie Jess... uh, Auntie Jess... this is my youngest."

My little one, who is a tremendous flirt already (at the age of 3), bats his eyelashes and smiles "Hi Auntie Jess, you want to see my bedroom? "

What an akward fucking moment.

Right, so we stand blush faced and still concerned about the piquant smell of sex coming from the master bedroom. Jess heads off with my kid to his bedroom... so cute, holding hands and all. I rushed for the master bedroom to crack a window and strip the bed sheets.

Husband gives a look of god damnit, don't tell me you had sex all day while I was at work...

whoopsie. poor husband.

Dinner, playing with kids, 'nother glass of wine.... and second shower. Pussy recovery time, awesome. I intended on chatting with you all and then going to bed... I really did. Exhaustion on my part from rubbing (hmmm, where we at --9 orgasms) outta me. Sleep was on the menu for En around 9:30.

But no, no no no.

Husband with raging hard-on decides I just haven't had enough. And to this very minute Im still wondering if it was revenge for my sexcapades earlier in the day... No rest for the weary y'all.

He climbs in bed.
Starts working me over in all my secret that drives me fucking crazy places.

I accept. Well come on, what did you expect? Im not passing up on husband sex, no way.

He slams me with a pinnacle erotic sex session (with tons of great oral skills), and some really really good ass sex and hair pulling. Yes I said ass sex. It was fucking great too... *sigh*

Make that an orgasm count of 14, with two multiples. And hurrendous chunks of fluff astrew from me biting holes in the pillow.

Last night, around 11:00 or so... I laid there on the bed saying "no mas."

Today no sex for me. Yes you heard me. No mas today.
Well.... I can't promise that, but I'm trying.