There are things that happen in life that I can't tell my friends and family about. However, a person can't keep everything inside!
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Monday, November 28
attmpting silence
stiffling moans with sweet kisses
soft mattress noises
posted by claire ~ 11:37 PM |
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Weekend fun
So we had friends staying at our place on the weekend. What did we do? More sex, of course. I don't think I've mentioned it, but my husband shaved his special area last week and ever since he's been a monster in bed. An insatiable, highly motivated, sex monster. I love it!
I feel so desired, it's wonderful! He makes me feel sexy and beautiful and, and, amazing. And, oral sex is delicious on a clean shaven penis. I may be up too late and my sex muscles may be sore, but my husband's and my relationship has never been better.
PS - He's looking online now for lube, since we're almost out. "A litre, do you think that's too much, Claire?" My opinion is that in a long term relationship, you can never have too much lube.
posted by claire ~ 11:15 PM |
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Saturday, November 26
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posted by claire ~ 4:01 AM |
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Friday, November 25
You'll excuse my lack of posts...
My randy husband has decided to set a new world record for consecutive days of nookie. So far we're at 5. And those aren't quickies! I'm certainly not complaining, but it doesn't leave much time for blogging...
posted by claire ~ 9:33 AM |
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Monday, November 21
Two, two, two orgasms in one!
I'm not the greatest orgasmer. They're not predictable, they're not habitual, I can't even always masturbate my way to orgasm.
Wasn't I surprised then when our supposed "quickie" turned into a double header for me. I found out later my husband hadn't recognized the first one, which was nice because he just kept doing what he was doing and boy was it yummy!
I'm not going to taint it with the graphic play by play. Suffice it to say there were: 2 mouths, 1 penis, 1 vagina, 1 bum, 2 vibrators, dozens of fingers, plenty of moans and lots of heavy breathing. Hopefully the neighbour's weren't disturbed!
posted by claire ~ 11:04 PM |
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Saturday, November 19
Lexicon addition
In my never ending quest for the perfect name for Down There, I saw today "cucci." That's so much better than coochie (or it's variant koochie) which I have been known to use before. It's much less "coochie-coochie-cooo!" and more of a fine Italian dinner.
Maybe it's the Canadian spelling, but I like it. Thanks, Shay.
posted by claire ~ 9:00 PM |
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Thursday, November 17
Reading blogs makes me....
...very, very thankful. I suppose it's the kind of blogs I read, but there are a lot of people out there who are dealing with intimacy issues in their marriage. A lot. People that don't give or get oral sex. People who don't go to bed at the same time. People whose only conversations are about their kids.
I am a very lucky woman. I married a man who loves me and who wants to get to know me. He's patient and never pressures me, but always lets me know he wants me. He talks to me about big things and little things, and doesn't get frustrated when I get frazzled. We have never argued.
I write this here because this is where I can. I can't gush about how happy I am being married on our family blog - one mustn't brag, you know. But honestly, I can't imagine someone being more content in their relationship than I am in our marriage.
You'll excuse me, I have a husband to hugnkiss.
posted by claire ~ 10:42 PM |
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Saturday, November 12
Now for the part I couldn't put on the family webpage
The only thing that could have made my concert going experience any better last night would have being able to give my husband a surrepticious blow-job during the show. Unfortunately, "surrepticious" is impossible in a stadium of thousands, so I had to wait until I was home.
posted by claire ~ 6:50 PM |
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Wednesday, November 9
A post long in the brewing
I've been thinking about this for a while, even before everyone started posting about cunnilingus and the eww factor. (Just a side note. Every single time I type "cunnilingus" I have to look it up in the dictionary. Good thing it'd never be a spelling bee word!) I have mentioned before that my husband and I didn't have intercourse until we were married, but was I a virgin? I've been trying to decide.
Let it first be said that the way that my husband and I discovered each other's bodies was perfect. We went slowly but not too slowly, had some definite boundries and talked a lot. My husband was the first guy I kissed. He, on the other hand, was significantly more experienced and tended to lead where we would go and what we would do.
We had lots of oral before marriage. Lots. Neither one of us wanted to have "real" sex before marriage, so this seemed like a good compromise. (Bum fun wasn't even on the landscape yet.) I would say that we were sexually active before marriage. Could I say that I was virgin? Technically, I suppose I could and if anyone asked, I could pull off the mini-deception and say yes. But I don't think I felt viriginal that first night in the hotel room. I knew what he looked like under his boxers, shouldn't a virgin be bewildered?
Hairsplitting aside, I was very glad that he introduced me to oral first. It's pleasurable and gave me a good impression of all things sexual. It's certainly intimate - if, heaven forbid, my husband and I hadn't ended up together, I wonder if I would have regretted giving that to him. Anyway, I was pretty sure of him at the time.
When we got married, one of the questions I asked was if we were going to have to give up oral, now that we were allowed to have "real" sex. He assured me we wouldn't and I was relieved. Just because a person can drive a car doesn't mean they don't like a bike ride now and then.
I suspect that if my husband weren't so intent on pleasing me, or if we'd jumped right to the intercourse without oral first, I may not be so relaxed in my body. Giving and receiving oral is such a nice way to please someone, to explore bodies one at a time without all the pressure of "is he happy? is he going to come? am I doing this right?" I learned to be sexual without pressure first which was definitel good for me (being a guilt hound, I need all the help I can get in this area.)
Would I suggest others do it the same way? I have no idea how people other than my husband and I make their relationships work. Oral sex an awfully intimate act and I wouldn't give it to anyone I wasn't sure of. I most certainly would not receive oral sex from someone I wasn't planning to be with long term. I suppose people make the best decisions they can at the time, right? I'm glad mine worked out so well.
posted by claire ~ 9:03 AM |
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Sunday, November 6
Last night I was faced with a most difficult decision. I could a) stay up and make sweet love with my husband or, b) go right to sleep and awake refreshed for church in the morning.
I think we know the choice made. No worries though, still up for church. Good strong cup of tea will keep me conscious through the sermon.
posted by claire ~ 9:56 AM |
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Friday, November 4
I can't think of the last time I drew my own bath. Last night is what made me think of it. I said, in a non-commital kind of way, I should have a bath tonight. Didn't my husband just take the hint in the most perfect way. Ten minutes later, the bathroom was a paradise. Lights low (so as not to see the dust bunnies in the corner), candles lit, soothing CD playing in the background, a steaming tub of relaxation waiting for me. He would come and visit while I soaked. We watched the candles flicker, the reflection in the ripples of the water. I shaved my legs with time consuming precision and felt my body and mind de-stress.
We're working on our fourth year of marriage. It's only getting better. I think I'm learning to read him better and he, most definitely, knows what I like and what I need. Maybe it's just that he knows that when I'm relaxed I'm not flipping out on him, forcing him into caregiver mode to pick up the pieces. Personally, I think he loves me.
posted by claire ~ 9:54 PM |
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what's in a name
You may have noticed (but probably not) that I've adjusted my blogging name. Previously, I wore my title The Wife with great pride. I'm still proud of my status as "wife" but my name lacked, well, Individuality. Spunk. Personality. Not to mention that saying I was The Wife was pretty limiting: showing only one aspect of myself. And I could easily be confused with a good 30% of the population.
Henceforth, you can call me Claire. You'll recognize me by the socks. Pleased to meet you.
posted by claire ~ 9:28 PM |
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Tuesday, November 1
the manifold benefits of running
- energy to initiate more lovin'
- stamina for those delightfully physical girl-on-top positions
- wanting to show off my bod
- hearing the words Hey babe, your ass has gotten firmer
posted by claire ~ 9:46 AM |
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