I walk up to the pharmacy counter, having previously picked up a terrific combo of items: bath wash for the kids, frozen peas, flushable wipes (again, kids), and a comfy-looking around the house bra. I’m in dumb shorts, a gray t-shirt, and sweaty – it’s hot as effing blazes here right now. There’s a perfectly nice female pharm tech running the check-out counter. I notice behind the wall-o-drugs is an INSANELY hot pharmacist. Tall, broad shoulders, shortish blond hair, tan… just really, really hot. I thoroughly enjoy the eye candy and then I’m next in line.

So of course check-out-girl has to go take a phone call, leaving Hot Pharmacist to take my personal items and ring me up. Of course he had to handle my bra, wipes, peas, and Paxil. *headdesk*

Then I remembered that we agreed we’d go to the gym together this morning. It was his idea, and it means a lot to me that he wants to go.

He quickly discovered that the elliptical is the Instrument Of Satan. He hung in there, though – I’ve promised him upper body work tomorrow. Then we came home and hung laundry out together.

It’s been a while since I recognized that what we were doing was deliberately choosing ‘us’ time. I like this.

There are lots of things that make me think of this, but I’m particularly reminded of this today when I look at my (pitiful) stats, seeing one of my top commentors’ wp identities and wishing someone could wipe her name off the list. A year and a half later and I’m still not fully over getting dumped in a heap by someone I thought was a true friend.

But then, I figure, I am the common denominator here. Must be all my fault.

Oh, sorry. I’m just over here indulging in some negative self-feedback as I spew out a short, non-sexy blog post.

The jar of coconut oil* was on the dresser. I dipped my fingers in and it melted instantly. With my slick hand I stroked him. He likes it when I hold his foreskin down and squeeze the base of his dick while touching the head and shaft with the other hand. So that’s what I did. The hard and soft of his cock combined with my hand and the oil were perfect. I gently touched his balls. He groaned.

He stopped me or slowed me down 3 times, prolonging things. Fine by me.

When he couldn’t take any more he asked if he could come on my tits. I took off my shirt and let him straddle me, gripping my boobs. His grasp was just on the edge of too tight. A few strokes and he was done for. Quick clean up and then I got to be the big spoon while we fell asleep. I whispered to him, “I love you. I hope you know I get just as much pleasure out of that as you do.” I really meant it, too.

“Mmmmm.”

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RE: Coconut Oil… Good lord, what took us so long to try this amazing stuff? It lasts forever (both in the amount you can get in a container and in the length of time it works as lube). It doesn’t smell bad, it’s not sticky, you can get it organic. M gave me the BEST. MASSAGE. EVER. with it last week. I don’t feel like I need to scrub it off after using it like I do with other lubes/massage oils.

Plus, it makes a mean stir-fry.

There’s just something missing with tone conveyed in typed words. I so wish we could select the right font to express concern, sarcasm, light-heartedness. I’m not good enough at crafting my thoughts to do the things I want to say proper justice. But I’m going back to Liza’s blog to try one more time, since she interprets my criticism of one of the sentiments she expressed as a final goodbye, which is not at all my intention. And then I will say goodbye to the stress all this baloney has caused me since Tuesday.

*exhales*

I had a good weekend. I hope you did, too.

Sick and fucking tired of it. If this is my ‘freedom of expression’, I’m just gonna pack this in and call it a day.

I was really soaked by the time my panties and nighty came off. M straddled my chest and fucked my mouth while my hands stayed above my head. He likes that, so I like that. When he reached behind him to finger me I lost my ability to focus on his dick. I wanted it in me. I wanted it in me really, really bad. So he stood beside the bed and pulled me over to him.

That first bit when his cock pushes into me is the best.

He took a break to use the bathroom, and when he came back I was face down on the bed. He pulled me to him and started pushing into me from behind. The head of his cock dragged against my g-spot with a delicious pressure. If I’d had a working vibrator handy and put it on my clit I’d probably never have stopped orgasming.

Our girl calls to us from the living room. Something about orange juice.  We keep fucking.

My phone rings. We keep fucking.

I flip over and he pulls my hips up onto a pillow. Before I know it, I’m squeezing his dick as I come hard.

He’s back up straddling my chest again and shoves into my mouth once, twice. “Oh, FUCK.” His hot come fills my mouth.

We lay down, breathing hard. My phone rings again. There’s a knock at the door.

No time for afterglow.

I wasn’t very vigilant about my own sunscreen, however.

Then this morning I saw these terrific questions asked by LSAM of her nominees for another award. I’m not one of them but I decided to swipe them so I’d have something to write about. Don’t judge.

1. Describe your last sexual experience in 3 words.
Felt pretty good.

2. What did you think about last time you masturbated?
I thought about YOU. Yeah, you.

3. What’s your number one hard limit, no exceptions?
Pets, poop, podiatry. (Don’t touch my feet, is what I’m saying.)

4. What’s the easiest/quickest way for you to get off?
Middle & ring fingers of my right hand massaging my clit, with lube.

5. What movie, not porn, do you find the most arousing?
I’m not really turned on by many movies, certainly nothing that immediately pops to mind. Books – now, that’s where it’s at. Outlander, AMIRITE?

6. If you had to have, or do have, a fetish, what is it?
I don’t have a fetish, but I wish I could get off while simply being over-the-knee spanked/fingered.

7. Anal sex… you like it or no?
Not like – LOVE, when done properly, given or received.

And the bonus paragraph of erotica… The prompts include: a kiwi, a sharp knife, an erection and an orgasm.

(I’m absolute rubbish at this kind of writing. Be kind.)

“My dvd of Flight of the Conchords got here in the mail today… you want to watch some with me?”  I didn’t wait for an answer before I slit the stupid cellophane surrounding the box with my pocketknife. “Sure. As long as we can watch that episode where they sing about business socks & recycling.” We settle in to watch with my head in his lap. We laugh together at all the same bits. All too quickly, it’s over. “I guess it’s Business Time, then.” My hand finds his cock through his jeans and I realize that my hot breath has gotten him somewhat aroused. Not quite a full erection yet, but I’ll fix that. I lower his zipper and fish out his lengthening dick. Just this action has accomplished quite a bit. He twitches in my hand as I lick him all over. “Slower. I’m going to make you work hard for my orgasm, sweetie.” Well, then.

{If you don’t have a clue how I worked kiwi into the above paragraph, please watch the below clip.}