Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

31 August 2009

Math before bath

6' tall boy + 5'2" girl != fit in standard bathtub

You just can't do it. It don't fit. It was a great idea, and if we had one of those giant hotel bathtubs, it would have been a soapy good time, but... yeah, not so much. I fit, or he fits, with scrunched knees, but certainly not both at once.

Lesson learned: consider size of people to be put inside bathtub BEFORE attempting bubble bath

19 August 2009

The luxury of a personal hair washer

So DB and I showered together for the first time recently. I'm not sure why we always took the standard single person showers before, but that time is now officially over.

Even in a very small shower, it is just ridiculous amounts of soapy, sexy, hilarious fun. Possibly because it is a very small shower. Possibly because when DB, who is tall, was standing with his backto the spray and then bent down to kiss my neck, the water went right in my face and made me spit. And then, of course, he kept trying to do that again because it's funny. Possibly because it's so damn hot and humid, that if you don't have air conditioning, a shower is really the only place you could concievably even want to press your body against someone else's...

Then there's the hair washing. The last time someone has washed my hair (aside from hairdressers) was probably when I was 9 years old. DB is very very good at the hair washing. He's tres gentle, and thorough, and none of the soap went in my eyes. It's such an unbelievably personal, intimate, luxurious thing to have someone wash your hair... It's the kind of intimacy that qualifies under the same heading as "sharing a bed" or "making a meal" for someone, but even betttttter.

12 August 2009

Unpunishable post (and Ava)

New tactic: Boyfriend says he'll punish me if I do not write on a regular basis. He won't tell me what the punishment is, which you know means one day I will either screw up genuinely (on purpose) and find out. After all, isn't that half the fun? Or for some people, most of the fun?

There are service submissives out there whose true goal is to some assigned task perfectly and please their master. I'm not one of those people. I'm contrary. Nine out of ten times, if you tell me that I *have* to do something, my gut response is, "You can't make me, na na na na na na na". Not exactly mature, but there you have it. Sooo... yeah. I don't know how well this negative reinforcement is going to work.

Don't you want to know what it's going to be too? Maybe it's just a light spanking. Knowing DB that's unlikely. He is very imaginative. It will be something elaborate, probably with toys and clamps and paddles and bells and whistles. Come to think of it, bells could be fun.

Today's sexy: I'm not wearing a bra. If I ruled the world, bras would be outlawed for everyone who does not actually require the support for comfort reasons. I'm infinitely more comfortable without one. It's one of the benefits of perky tits.

22 June 2009

Do bring toys to bed

Just a quickie: It's too much fun not to play with stuff. And remember, if you're not having fun in bed, you're doing it wrong. I recently discovered that vibrators are not just for girls (even if they're pink). If you haven't tried holding a slim yet powerful vibe to your boyfriend's "taint" while sucking his dick, neither of you know what you're missing. Try it. He will thank you in new and exciting ways for that one. If you've always wanted to watch a man shiver, shudder, and beg, this is one way to make that happen without really all that much more effort on your part.

This is something you can surprise him with, and in fact, should. If it works well, and you'd like to try inserting something up his bum, you should ask first. Some may find it hot, others objectionable. If you decide to go that route, just remember your basic safety rules -- condoms, disinfection, and nothing that goes in the butt should go near or touch anything else (aside from the ick factor, there's the painful-burning-infection factor).

But to end on a positive note, seriously, if you want to give your man a mind-blowing orgasm, I recommend a bit of dirty talk and foreplay, and then pull out the vibe when he's not looking. A few minutes later, listen to him babble about how amazing you are. This is a good time to mention jewelry.

03 May 2009

Who has more orgasms?

This is a very serious question.  For the sake of argument, let's pretend you are with a long-term significant other.  In your average romp, who has more orgasms?  I'm not necessarily talking about being multiorgasmic, but more like -- if you're in bed for a while, with nowhere to rush, and you're going for more than "wham-bam-thank you-ma'am", who comes more? And does it matter?

DB and I spend, on average, at least 3 hours in bed together, having fun morning sex only occasionally interrupted by needs of peeing, drinking water, and feeding the cats.  In those three hours, I can come anywhere from 1 to 4 times.  Some of them are little, breath-catching orgasms, and others are I Can't Move For At Least 10 Minutes, Holy Crap, Brain Has Melted finishers.  On the other hand, DB really only comes once.  He doesn't appear to mind this disparity (as long as he gets his in a prompt and pleasing manner, demanding it in completely unsubtle ways, like "Do Me NOW"), esp. since it's coupled with the ego-pleaser of making his woman a satisfied, affectionate, grinning mess.  

I know of a different relationship where she does more than he does, and he's kind of resentful of it.  He thinks they should be equals and partners in everything, and ergo, have the same amount of pleasure.  And he's a guy, so he actually keeps score, but I'm afraid that it's going to eventually poison their sex life.  I tried to point out that sex should probably be a happy thing that you do for/with someone you really really like, and so there's no need to focus on this, unless the disparity is such that he is not getting his needs met at all.  

I don't really know what the solution to that is, except to carefully monitor and keep track of each other's orgasms.  And you'd have to be a real hyper-organized spreadsheet-loving pervert to think THAT is sexy.