Handsome Man has a loud voice. I'm always reminding him, but no matter what, his voice resonates through everything around him. He can't whisper to save his life, which sometimes poses awkard situations. Like tonight.
Tonight on our way home from a beach trip with our high school youth group, Handsome Man and I took a moment to talk to each other in the front seat while the 3 boys behind us were enjoying a song on the radio and goofily singing their hearts out.
"I can't wait to take a shower," I whispered to him, "I've got sand inside of me and I'm so uncomfortable!"
Handsome Man, in his perfect timing and hoarse whisper that could be heard across the Grand Canyon whispered back, "I bet! That's why I don't think we should have sex on the beach!"
J u s t a s t h e s o n g e n d e d.
Three teenage boys sat in the back seat with wide eyes.
Siiiiigh. I love my husband!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
When You Play a New Game, You Can't Always Win
Handsome Man came home with Cosmo's Steamy Sex Games the other night. He seemed pretty excited about it, and since I'm usually the one to find new things to try, I got excited too.
We played "A Night of Naughty Adventure" the first night. This game is enough to make the whole box worth it! It was so sexy to do the challenges together and try new things. (The prop list calls for things like a quarter, a necktie, sultry music, 2 pillowcases, 1 hot beverage, 1 glass of ice water, a pair of "do-me" heels, a leather belt, candles...get the idea?)
The game consists of 5 cards that you go through one at a time. They have directions for you and your man to read separately. They look like this:
Card Two: Mouthwatering Delight
For Him: Strip down to your birthday suit, then kick back in a chair and get ready to moan as she thrills every inch of you.
For Her: Blindfold him with the necktie and use the pillowcases to loosely tie his wrists to the armrests, with his palms facing up. Stand (naked) in front of him and drag your fingertips down the entire length of his body. Next, pour a drop of liqueur on each of your nipples and place one breast in his mouth at a time. Now straddle one armrest. Tell him not to move his hand while you rub back and forth against it. Then press yourself against his member and gyrate--but don't let him enter you.
We really enjoyed making our way through the cards. There were so many good ideas in that pack of cards, and it was such a turn on to go through them one by one. Got me all tingly and ready to go!
The last card was a secret. Handsome Man had no idea what was coming.
Late Night Lust:
For Her: set the alarm for 2am. When the alarm goes off, catch it before he totally wakes up. Then light the candles and place them around the bed. roll him onto his back, hold onto his member, and move your hand up and down. Then shimmy down and take him into your mouth, sucking very gently until he's completely hard. When he's moaning in pleasure, move back up, rub some lube on his member, and put him inside you.
For Him: Make slow, sweet, dreamy love to her, Then blow and the candles and wrap your arms around her as you both drift off to sleep.
Sounds like a winner, right? I was excited to do this, since I've never set an alarm to wake up for sex in the middle of the night, and he had just mentioned days ago how he loves waking up to me playing with his mister. I thought it was perfect; and I got all hot just thinking about it.
When my alarm quietly woke me up, I felt his hardness against my skin and got even more excited. He was already hard and raring to go! I slid my hand down, took him in my grasp, and went up and down while I woke him with kisses.
"What are you doing?" His head flew up and he pushed me away.
"Doing you," I smiled and kept playing with him.
"Lissie, it's the middle of the night! I'm too tired." And with that, he rolled over, shoved a pillow over his head, and went back to sleep.
Are girls allowed to get blue balls? Cuz I think it definitely happened.
I had to laugh, because I know that he's a sound sleeper and probably had no idea what was going on. Handsome Man has a reputation of being able to sleep through anything (including a tornado that sent a tree through his bedroom window when he was in high school.) I know not be offended by stuff like this, because his actions were so far off from who he is that I know he wasn't awake.
When we woke up the next morning, I asked him if he remembered what happened the night before. He sleepily smiled and pulled me to him. "We had some gooood sex, Baby."
Did he not even remember the 2am thing? I asked him, and he didn't. In fact, he looked outright crushed. "Really? I said that? You woke me up just to do me? That's so sexy! I can't believe I slept through it!"
It cracks me up that it's something he wants so much but couldn't wake up for. So the question is, do I try again, or just accept that I'm married to a man who answers phones in his sleep with no recollection of it the next day?!?
You can play, but you can't always win :-)
We played "A Night of Naughty Adventure" the first night. This game is enough to make the whole box worth it! It was so sexy to do the challenges together and try new things. (The prop list calls for things like a quarter, a necktie, sultry music, 2 pillowcases, 1 hot beverage, 1 glass of ice water, a pair of "do-me" heels, a leather belt, candles...get the idea?)
The game consists of 5 cards that you go through one at a time. They have directions for you and your man to read separately. They look like this:
Card Two: Mouthwatering Delight
For Him: Strip down to your birthday suit, then kick back in a chair and get ready to moan as she thrills every inch of you.
For Her: Blindfold him with the necktie and use the pillowcases to loosely tie his wrists to the armrests, with his palms facing up. Stand (naked) in front of him and drag your fingertips down the entire length of his body. Next, pour a drop of liqueur on each of your nipples and place one breast in his mouth at a time. Now straddle one armrest. Tell him not to move his hand while you rub back and forth against it. Then press yourself against his member and gyrate--but don't let him enter you.
We really enjoyed making our way through the cards. There were so many good ideas in that pack of cards, and it was such a turn on to go through them one by one. Got me all tingly and ready to go!
The last card was a secret. Handsome Man had no idea what was coming.
Late Night Lust:
For Her: set the alarm for 2am. When the alarm goes off, catch it before he totally wakes up. Then light the candles and place them around the bed. roll him onto his back, hold onto his member, and move your hand up and down. Then shimmy down and take him into your mouth, sucking very gently until he's completely hard. When he's moaning in pleasure, move back up, rub some lube on his member, and put him inside you.
For Him: Make slow, sweet, dreamy love to her, Then blow and the candles and wrap your arms around her as you both drift off to sleep.
Sounds like a winner, right? I was excited to do this, since I've never set an alarm to wake up for sex in the middle of the night, and he had just mentioned days ago how he loves waking up to me playing with his mister. I thought it was perfect; and I got all hot just thinking about it.
When my alarm quietly woke me up, I felt his hardness against my skin and got even more excited. He was already hard and raring to go! I slid my hand down, took him in my grasp, and went up and down while I woke him with kisses.
"What are you doing?" His head flew up and he pushed me away.
"Doing you," I smiled and kept playing with him.
"Lissie, it's the middle of the night! I'm too tired." And with that, he rolled over, shoved a pillow over his head, and went back to sleep.
Are girls allowed to get blue balls? Cuz I think it definitely happened.
I had to laugh, because I know that he's a sound sleeper and probably had no idea what was going on. Handsome Man has a reputation of being able to sleep through anything (including a tornado that sent a tree through his bedroom window when he was in high school.) I know not be offended by stuff like this, because his actions were so far off from who he is that I know he wasn't awake.
When we woke up the next morning, I asked him if he remembered what happened the night before. He sleepily smiled and pulled me to him. "We had some gooood sex, Baby."
Did he not even remember the 2am thing? I asked him, and he didn't. In fact, he looked outright crushed. "Really? I said that? You woke me up just to do me? That's so sexy! I can't believe I slept through it!"
It cracks me up that it's something he wants so much but couldn't wake up for. So the question is, do I try again, or just accept that I'm married to a man who answers phones in his sleep with no recollection of it the next day?!?
You can play, but you can't always win :-)
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tent Pitching
There's a full-on tent pitched right next to me. I love waking up to one of those. Especially when we're curled up together and I can feel him pressing against my cheeks as he holds me against him, fast asleep.
Today is Handsome Man's birthday, and he can be sure we're going to celebrate! Aunt Flo has impeccable timing, so unlike other birthdays we've celebrated together that culminated in sexy new lingerie and a new move or two, I'm going to focus all of myself on pleasuring him today.
We stayed up pretty late last night (note to self, nooooo chocolate at midnight!) and he's totally wiped. We'll be out with friends til late tonight, so I'm letting him sleep in. Isn't it wonderful when your birthday falls on your day off?
Sweet dreams, Birthday Boy! I can gaurantee you'll wake up with a smile ♥
Today is Handsome Man's birthday, and he can be sure we're going to celebrate! Aunt Flo has impeccable timing, so unlike other birthdays we've celebrated together that culminated in sexy new lingerie and a new move or two, I'm going to focus all of myself on pleasuring him today.
We stayed up pretty late last night (note to self, nooooo chocolate at midnight!) and he's totally wiped. We'll be out with friends til late tonight, so I'm letting him sleep in. Isn't it wonderful when your birthday falls on your day off?
Sweet dreams, Birthday Boy! I can gaurantee you'll wake up with a smile ♥
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Photo Shoot
Have you ever taken a camera into the bedroom with you?
I'm not talking about making a porno or anything to put up on the internet, but taking pictures of each other while having sex is a pretty exciting thing.
The first time Handsome Man and I used a camera during sex, I was amazed to see things from his angle. You never really know what he's seeing until you put a camera in his hands. It was sexy to see the pictures he took and what he thought was beautiful. And I liked snapping pictures of him, too, and showing him what I appreciated about his body, or how sexy he looks going down on me, or my view of what his mister looks like between my breasts.
Give it a try! Just make sure that you designate a secret folder on your computer so that they don't pop up when someone else picks up your laptop. Or just delete them after you've had your fun.
Enjoy being sexy for each other, and enjoy seeing what he thinks is sexy about you!
I'm not talking about making a porno or anything to put up on the internet, but taking pictures of each other while having sex is a pretty exciting thing.
The first time Handsome Man and I used a camera during sex, I was amazed to see things from his angle. You never really know what he's seeing until you put a camera in his hands. It was sexy to see the pictures he took and what he thought was beautiful. And I liked snapping pictures of him, too, and showing him what I appreciated about his body, or how sexy he looks going down on me, or my view of what his mister looks like between my breasts.
Give it a try! Just make sure that you designate a secret folder on your computer so that they don't pop up when someone else picks up your laptop. Or just delete them after you've had your fun.
Enjoy being sexy for each other, and enjoy seeing what he thinks is sexy about you!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
What's *Stuck* in My Head
(Remember to pause the music playing in my sidebar...I'm guessing Frank Sinatra and Sugarland would clash just a bit)
Monday, August 16, 2010
A Recipe for the Old Days
I was reminiscing yesterday about my college days.
I met Handsome Man in my sophomore year of college, and we began dating our junior year. We waited til marriage to have sex, but nothing kept us from kissing up a storm during our dating days.
We kissed between classes, we kissed after homework, we kissed until privacy hours when we had to be back in our own rooms. There was no feeling on earth like being kissed by my Handsome Man. He'd put an arm around my waist and cradle the back of my head and lift me heavenward with that mouth of his.
The thrill of being kissed like that hasn't gone away, but with all of the other physical joys that come with marriage, the high frequency of that toe-curling, feel-faint kind of kissing has taken a dip.
So, last night, when I popped some brownies in the oven and set the timer for 23 minutes, I sat next to my unsuspecting Handsome Man and began kissing him. When his hands roamed under my shirt, I pulled back and asked him to pretend that we were in college again.
When the timer sang its tune after 23 minutes, we were breathless and horny and just like we used to be back in school. To my surprise, the brownies weren't fully baked yet, so I set the timer for a few more minutes and came back to the den for some more kissing. Handsome Man had already stripped to his boxers in anticipation. I took of my top and jeans too, and when he reached to undo my bra, I reminded him that the brownies weren't done yet. With a sigh, he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me and running his hands up and down my body.
It was an exciting change to our sex life for a night. It reminded me of how much I enjoy just simply kissing my Handsome Man, and the tease of being so intimate but not having sex was almost too much for Handsome Man to bear!
When the second timer went off, and perfect brownies came out of the oven, we were more than ready to satifsy each other. Post-sex brownies are pretty amazing, too :-)
When was the last time you kissed your man for half an hour? Take the challenge and do it tonight!
I met Handsome Man in my sophomore year of college, and we began dating our junior year. We waited til marriage to have sex, but nothing kept us from kissing up a storm during our dating days.
We kissed between classes, we kissed after homework, we kissed until privacy hours when we had to be back in our own rooms. There was no feeling on earth like being kissed by my Handsome Man. He'd put an arm around my waist and cradle the back of my head and lift me heavenward with that mouth of his.
The thrill of being kissed like that hasn't gone away, but with all of the other physical joys that come with marriage, the high frequency of that toe-curling, feel-faint kind of kissing has taken a dip.
So, last night, when I popped some brownies in the oven and set the timer for 23 minutes, I sat next to my unsuspecting Handsome Man and began kissing him. When his hands roamed under my shirt, I pulled back and asked him to pretend that we were in college again.
When the timer sang its tune after 23 minutes, we were breathless and horny and just like we used to be back in school. To my surprise, the brownies weren't fully baked yet, so I set the timer for a few more minutes and came back to the den for some more kissing. Handsome Man had already stripped to his boxers in anticipation. I took of my top and jeans too, and when he reached to undo my bra, I reminded him that the brownies weren't done yet. With a sigh, he pulled me onto his lap, kissing me and running his hands up and down my body.
It was an exciting change to our sex life for a night. It reminded me of how much I enjoy just simply kissing my Handsome Man, and the tease of being so intimate but not having sex was almost too much for Handsome Man to bear!
When the second timer went off, and perfect brownies came out of the oven, we were more than ready to satifsy each other. Post-sex brownies are pretty amazing, too :-)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sex Toys
Handsome Man and I have been married for two years and have never added sex toys to our adventures in bed. I kind of like it that way...knowing that just my man's pure sexiness can get me off, and that I'm enough to turn him on, up, around, and back again ;-)
Buuuuut...are we missing something? That's what I don't know.
Love Puts Out
My best friend got married on Saturday. It was a beautiful ceremony, full of love, excitement, and tender moments. I love weddings! I'm one of those girls who is guilty of looking at random people's wedding pictures just because I love weddings so much.
I almost died, though, when the pastor began his wedding message by talking about love...and how "love puts in, and love puts out."
He had a good point: love is not only an internal, receiving kind of thing, but something that comes out of you that you share with others. But to say the phrase "Love puts out" 7 times during the ceremony almost had me on the floor.
I don't know how anyone gets past the age of 30 without knowing that "put out" is not acceptable wedding ceremony terminology. And the man wasn't some ancient old fuddy duddy of a gramps, either. He was stylishly dressed, walked in with a pair of Ray Bans, has two kids in elementary school, and can't be over 35 years old.
My sweet friend is preciously innocent, and I can say with certainty that it never dawned on her during the ceremony that saying "Love puts out" was at all inappropriate.
"Love puts out. Even when you're tired, even when you don't feel like it, love puts out.."
Hee hee hee!
It was not one of my most mature moments.
But she is married! And everything else about the wedding was beautiful. And we'll never tell her about the inadvertent sex advertisements throughout her ceremony.
Shhhh! It's our little secret.
I almost died, though, when the pastor began his wedding message by talking about love...and how "love puts in, and love puts out."
He had a good point: love is not only an internal, receiving kind of thing, but something that comes out of you that you share with others. But to say the phrase "Love puts out" 7 times during the ceremony almost had me on the floor.
I don't know how anyone gets past the age of 30 without knowing that "put out" is not acceptable wedding ceremony terminology. And the man wasn't some ancient old fuddy duddy of a gramps, either. He was stylishly dressed, walked in with a pair of Ray Bans, has two kids in elementary school, and can't be over 35 years old.
My sweet friend is preciously innocent, and I can say with certainty that it never dawned on her during the ceremony that saying "Love puts out" was at all inappropriate.
"Love puts out. Even when you're tired, even when you don't feel like it, love puts out.."
Hee hee hee!
It was not one of my most mature moments.
But she is married! And everything else about the wedding was beautiful. And we'll never tell her about the inadvertent sex advertisements throughout her ceremony.
Shhhh! It's our little secret.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Bucket List
I'm still only typing with six fingers, but Handsome Man and I were talking about our bucket list of places to get frisky, and I thought I'd write them down. (I love that even just talking about sex makes him hard!)
Things we can check off:
♥ in the car
♥ on the washing machine
♥ in a parking lot
♥ kitchen counter
♥ bathtub
♥ jacuzzi (overlooking the whole city, no less!)
♥ mother-in-law's house
♥ Handsome Man's office
♥ shower
♥ best friend's bed
♥ every room in our house (that was a fun way to commemorate moving in!)
♥ sister's bed
♥ parents' living room
♥ friends' backyard (we were house-sitting)
♥ Handsome Man's childhood bedroom
♥ tent (maaaaaany a time)
♥ South America
♥ Aunt's house
♥ balcony just before dawn
♥ sleeping bag on Colorado Blvd (camping out for the Rose Parade)
Things we want to check off:
♥ hammock
♥ boat
♥ classic car
♥ 4th of July during fireworks
♥ movie theater
♥ porch swing
♥ pool
♥ truck bed
♥ on an island
♥ hood of the car
♥ swing
♥ ocean
♥ waterbed
Now it's your turn! What are some places you've enjoyed? ;-)
Things we can check off:
♥ in the car
♥ on the washing machine
♥ in a parking lot
♥ kitchen counter
♥ bathtub
♥ jacuzzi (overlooking the whole city, no less!)
♥ mother-in-law's house
♥ Handsome Man's office
♥ shower
♥ best friend's bed
♥ every room in our house (that was a fun way to commemorate moving in!)
♥ sister's bed
♥ parents' living room
♥ friends' backyard (we were house-sitting)
♥ Handsome Man's childhood bedroom
♥ tent (maaaaaany a time)
♥ South America
♥ Aunt's house
♥ balcony just before dawn
♥ sleeping bag on Colorado Blvd (camping out for the Rose Parade)
Things we want to check off:
♥ hammock
♥ boat
♥ classic car
♥ 4th of July during fireworks
♥ movie theater
♥ porch swing
♥ pool
♥ truck bed
♥ on an island
♥ hood of the car
♥ swing
♥ ocean
♥ waterbed
Now it's your turn! What are some places you've enjoyed? ;-)
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wise Words (And Some Shenanigans)
I injured my right hand last week, so blogging has to take a backseat right now! Here are some quotes for you to enjoy :-)
Our love could change the orbit of the earth. So, if a meteor ever comes hurtling towards earth with the guarantee of destruction, top scientists may call on us to, well, you know, do it like crazy for the sake of humankind. ~Author Unknown
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring. ~S.J. Perelman
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken. ~Author Unknown
Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
Whoever called it necking was a poor judge of anatomy. ~Groucho Marx
An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.~Mae West
Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you. And the women are thinking, "How can he want me the way I look in the morning?" It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve. ~Andy Rooney
"There is nothing wrong with making love with the light on. Just make sure the car door is closed." ~George Burns
My husband's German. Every night I get dressed up as Poland and he invades me." ~Bette Midler
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln
"She said he proposed something on their wedding night that even her own brother wouldn't have suggested." ~James Thurber
"When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better." ~Mae West.
Our love could change the orbit of the earth. So, if a meteor ever comes hurtling towards earth with the guarantee of destruction, top scientists may call on us to, well, you know, do it like crazy for the sake of humankind. ~Author Unknown
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring. ~S.J. Perelman
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken. ~Author Unknown
Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
Whoever called it necking was a poor judge of anatomy. ~Groucho Marx
An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.~Mae West
Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you. And the women are thinking, "How can he want me the way I look in the morning?" It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve. ~Andy Rooney
"There is nothing wrong with making love with the light on. Just make sure the car door is closed." ~George Burns
My husband's German. Every night I get dressed up as Poland and he invades me." ~Bette Midler
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln
"She said he proposed something on their wedding night that even her own brother wouldn't have suggested." ~James Thurber
"When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better." ~Mae West.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hairpins
During the summer, I've been putting a couple of pins in my hair to keep it out of my face. It's too hot and sticky with it all down. It's funny how a supply of about 80 hairpins at the beginning of the summer can dwindle down to a meager four or five. I often forget to take them out before I fall asleep, and then when I wake up, they're gone. I don't know where they go. They just seem to disappear.
I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between this summer) and was surprised when I swept under Handsome Man's side of the bed. Out came a million hairpins! At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side? But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.
I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days. It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake. I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.
Handsome Man has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all. He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep.
Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.
What a guy ♥
I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between this summer) and was surprised when I swept under Handsome Man's side of the bed. Out came a million hairpins! At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side? But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.
I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days. It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake. I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.
Handsome Man has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all. He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep.
Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.
What a guy ♥
Handsome Man's Heart
My man has a big heart.
I'm not just saying it, it's a scientific fact. His heart is about 17% larger than the average man's his size.
He has the strongest heart beat out of anyone I know. I love it.
When we're curled up together watching a movie, I can feel it beating away. If he sneaks up behind me while I'm washing dishes, I can feel it pounding through my back. And when we're in bed, and I have my head resting on his chest, I can hear it as loudly as a timpani.
My pulse is so gentle that sometimes we laugh that I must be dead. Compared to the way you can feel his pulse rush under your fingers, mine feels nonexistant.
His heart just sums up his personality. Out of all the men I know, he really does have the biggest heart. He will do anything for anyone. It's sexy being married to a man who cares so much about people's well-being. It's also sexy to feel his pulse quicken when he is excited, and to feel it pulsing througout my body. I love that I can do that to him ;-)
What's something unique about your man that you just absolutely love?
I'm not just saying it, it's a scientific fact. His heart is about 17% larger than the average man's his size.
He has the strongest heart beat out of anyone I know. I love it.
When we're curled up together watching a movie, I can feel it beating away. If he sneaks up behind me while I'm washing dishes, I can feel it pounding through my back. And when we're in bed, and I have my head resting on his chest, I can hear it as loudly as a timpani.
My pulse is so gentle that sometimes we laugh that I must be dead. Compared to the way you can feel his pulse rush under your fingers, mine feels nonexistant.
His heart just sums up his personality. Out of all the men I know, he really does have the biggest heart. He will do anything for anyone. It's sexy being married to a man who cares so much about people's well-being. It's also sexy to feel his pulse quicken when he is excited, and to feel it pulsing througout my body. I love that I can do that to him ;-)
What's something unique about your man that you just absolutely love?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sexting
It makes me feel like a high schooler.
No high schoolers should be doing this.
Anyway. I keep my handsome man going on his business trips by sending him sexy little texts, sometimes with a picture, sometimes without.
If you've ever caught me taking a phone pic of my girls while driving up PCH, I'm sorry.
If you've ever opened his phone and seen a pic of my kitty, forgive me, please.
There's something a little daring, a little raunchy, about sending pic texts. I like knowing that he can open his phone any time he misses me.
I do it too.
I have a sext from St. Patrick's Day in which he wrote "ay, lassie, now that you've caught me, would ye rather have me gold, or this?" Along with a pic of his wonderful goods, in all their glory.
Are you gasping in horror that we do such things?
It's not a sin.
(And for the record, I was the only driver on the freeway at that moment!)
We're married. We love each other, and we love reminding each other. There's nothing sexier than knowing that your husband wants you right this second, even though he's thousands of miles away.
We save all of our desires for each other until we're together again. No flying solo for this couple. Sex after a week apart is hungry, amazing, leave-you-shaking love. I can't wait for him to come home!
No high schoolers should be doing this.
Anyway. I keep my handsome man going on his business trips by sending him sexy little texts, sometimes with a picture, sometimes without.
If you've ever caught me taking a phone pic of my girls while driving up PCH, I'm sorry.
If you've ever opened his phone and seen a pic of my kitty, forgive me, please.
There's something a little daring, a little raunchy, about sending pic texts. I like knowing that he can open his phone any time he misses me.
I do it too.
I have a sext from St. Patrick's Day in which he wrote "ay, lassie, now that you've caught me, would ye rather have me gold, or this?" Along with a pic of his wonderful goods, in all their glory.
Are you gasping in horror that we do such things?
It's not a sin.
(And for the record, I was the only driver on the freeway at that moment!)
We're married. We love each other, and we love reminding each other. There's nothing sexier than knowing that your husband wants you right this second, even though he's thousands of miles away.
We save all of our desires for each other until we're together again. No flying solo for this couple. Sex after a week apart is hungry, amazing, leave-you-shaking love. I can't wait for him to come home!
Doesn't it Make You Want to Melt?
The day Handsome Man left for his trip, I came home from work to find our bed nicely made (shock!) and my black nightie along with this note:
On the envelope, it said "Read this while wearing this little number. It flaunts your sexiness. I'll know that you're wearing it for me. I love you."
Inside, he wrote:
Howdy, Sexy,
You are always beautiful, elegant, cute, and SEXY to me. From the
moment I first saw you, you've been the most beautiful of God's creation that
I've ever seen.
Your beauty takes many shapes and is shown in many different ways: your
eyes, your heart, your compassion, your love for the Lord, your body.
I love that your sexiness is something that only I can enjoy, because you
are amazing, and you are mine.
We both know that I enjoy you the most when you are wearing nothing, but I
like anything that makes you feel sexy and attractive, because you should at
least feel close to how gorgeously attractive you are to me.
Though we aren't together, I'll still have visions of my beautiful wife
dancing in my head. You are my life and I adore everything about
you. Sleep well knowing that you are loved and that I'll be holding you
close in our dreams. I love you, Sexy!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm...I love him, too!
On the envelope, it said "Read this while wearing this little number. It flaunts your sexiness. I'll know that you're wearing it for me. I love you."
Inside, he wrote:
Howdy, Sexy,
You are always beautiful, elegant, cute, and SEXY to me. From the
moment I first saw you, you've been the most beautiful of God's creation that
I've ever seen.
Your beauty takes many shapes and is shown in many different ways: your
eyes, your heart, your compassion, your love for the Lord, your body.
I love that your sexiness is something that only I can enjoy, because you
are amazing, and you are mine.
We both know that I enjoy you the most when you are wearing nothing, but I
like anything that makes you feel sexy and attractive, because you should at
least feel close to how gorgeously attractive you are to me.
Though we aren't together, I'll still have visions of my beautiful wife
dancing in my head. You are my life and I adore everything about
you. Sleep well knowing that you are loved and that I'll be holding you
close in our dreams. I love you, Sexy!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm...I love him, too!
Something's Always Bound to Happen
My Handsome Man is out of town this week. I miss him like crazy.
Before he left, we decided to do some last minute yardwork. I decided to do something he really enjoys and wear an old pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts...and nothing else.
About halfway through our work day, we realized that we were going to need to go to Home Depot for some more supplies. My Handsome Man asked me to run inside and grab his car keys since he was caked from head to toe in dirt. I needed to put a bra on anyway. While I'm happy giving a nipple show to my husband, those girls are reserved for him and him alone. I wasn't concerned about putting on any panties. I knew he'd get a kick out of knowing I was still going commando.
I went inside, grabbed his car keys from near the bed, locked the doors, and hopped onto the porch. Just as I heard the door click behind me, I looked at My Handsome Man in sudden realization.
"You have the house keys, right?" At his blank look, I blurted out "You only asked me to get your car keys! Do you have the house key?"
Ooops.
My Handsome Man is usually so good with his keys. I'm always amazed when I see him get up in the morning: as soon as his pants are on, his wallet, keys, and cellphone go straight into his pockets. If I didn't keep everything in a Mary Poppins purse, I'd never know where anything was.
Well, there we were. Two dirt-smeared shovel-bearers. Locked out.
Money is tight, so calling a locksmith has to be a last-ditch effort. Why, oh why, is our spare key kept in a kitchen drawer?
I suddenly regretted making such a thorough run-through of the house a few minutes ago. If only I'd left a door or window open!
We walked around the house again to check, and our dirty sneakers danced with joy when we saw that our bedroom window had been closed but not locked. Hallelujah!
Problem #1: our bedroom window is 8 feet off the ground (it's above our bed, and there's a crawl-space under our house, elevating it a few more feet.)
Problem#2: we're relatively new to our neighborhood...what would the neighbors think?!?
Problem#3...didn't manifest until Handsome Man had hoisted me up into the open window and my jeans got caught on the sill.
So there I am, dangling 8 feet in the air, with my husband trying to push my toosh through a window, and my rear end hanging out for all to see. What was that concern about the neighbors? Sigh. And Handsome Man's tears of laughter at my predicament were not exactly the effect I was going for when I left the panties in the drawer today.
Sighhhhhh
Every story has a happy ending, though, and ours came after lots of soap-scrubbing and drip-drying. Man, I love that guy.
Before he left, we decided to do some last minute yardwork. I decided to do something he really enjoys and wear an old pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts...and nothing else.
About halfway through our work day, we realized that we were going to need to go to Home Depot for some more supplies. My Handsome Man asked me to run inside and grab his car keys since he was caked from head to toe in dirt. I needed to put a bra on anyway. While I'm happy giving a nipple show to my husband, those girls are reserved for him and him alone. I wasn't concerned about putting on any panties. I knew he'd get a kick out of knowing I was still going commando.
I went inside, grabbed his car keys from near the bed, locked the doors, and hopped onto the porch. Just as I heard the door click behind me, I looked at My Handsome Man in sudden realization.
"You have the house keys, right?" At his blank look, I blurted out "You only asked me to get your car keys! Do you have the house key?"
Ooops.
My Handsome Man is usually so good with his keys. I'm always amazed when I see him get up in the morning: as soon as his pants are on, his wallet, keys, and cellphone go straight into his pockets. If I didn't keep everything in a Mary Poppins purse, I'd never know where anything was.
Well, there we were. Two dirt-smeared shovel-bearers. Locked out.
Money is tight, so calling a locksmith has to be a last-ditch effort. Why, oh why, is our spare key kept in a kitchen drawer?
I suddenly regretted making such a thorough run-through of the house a few minutes ago. If only I'd left a door or window open!
We walked around the house again to check, and our dirty sneakers danced with joy when we saw that our bedroom window had been closed but not locked. Hallelujah!
Problem #1: our bedroom window is 8 feet off the ground (it's above our bed, and there's a crawl-space under our house, elevating it a few more feet.)
Problem#2: we're relatively new to our neighborhood...what would the neighbors think?!?
Problem#3...didn't manifest until Handsome Man had hoisted me up into the open window and my jeans got caught on the sill.
So there I am, dangling 8 feet in the air, with my husband trying to push my toosh through a window, and my rear end hanging out for all to see. What was that concern about the neighbors? Sigh. And Handsome Man's tears of laughter at my predicament were not exactly the effect I was going for when I left the panties in the drawer today.
Sighhhhhh
Every story has a happy ending, though, and ours came after lots of soap-scrubbing and drip-drying. Man, I love that guy.
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