Lately I have been thinking a lot about anonymous sex. I’m not sure why, maybe it’s hormones, or maybe just because of the increased amount of time I have been spending sharing my naughty thoughts with you here at my blog … when I mentioned it to my train mate on the ride in yesterday morning she said it must be all the lusting we’ve been doing over a certain Cute Guy that always manages to get on the same car as we do. (OK, we usually try to see where he is standing on the platform and b-line when the doors open, but’s neither here nor there!)
Maybe the idea of “competition” from her for a stranger’s attention is playing mind-games. Nah … there’s room for one more if he’s game! LOL
Even as we were walking from the station to work I was taking more notice of the men we passed, wondering what it would be like to have a completely no-strings-attached romp in some office broom closet. I suppose it’s one of those swirling fantasies that come as I venture further into this sexual expedition of late. As I get a little older, and a little wiser, I start to wonder where those “lines” were that I once thought defined a normal marriage. Of course, that’s not to say that's where I am heading. I think it is perfectly natural and healthy for people to have fantasies. But fidelity has always been an extremely important vow to me, and it never crossed my mind that I would ever test its limits.
If you had of asked me, as I stood there in an innocent white bridal gown some 16 years ago, if I could picture myself bringing another woman to orgasm, or giving my husband a blowjob while someone else was licking me, I would have said you were completely off your rocker. These were just not the experiences I imagined were part of adulthood.
But don’t think for one second that there is an element of regret in it. In fact, so far most of my regret has been in hesitation to act and lost opportunities to further my adventure, as opposed to that awkward morning wake-up beside someone whom I don’t know. Is it my lack of experience in one-night stands that has me thinking this way? I guess that is a deeper thought to explore as I move forward.
Mind you, I write these rambling thoughts as I stare across the room at my own husband, settled into the couch in his bathrobe with his morning coffee. I can still feel all the incredible sensations from last night's intimacy (and again this morning! God I love this festive party season), and I have a sense of longing for even more playfulness right now…
I had mentioned at the start of the week how much I was looking forward to this weekend. Last night did not disappoint. It was the last of our “work-related” type parties for the Christmas season … and one of my favourities. The company has a reputation for really doing it up in a very glamorous way - no leggings allowed here.
Most times, when it’s events that are related to my husband, I tend to be a bit of a “trophy wife” (his teasing, not mine). I go along, enjoy myself, slowly sip one drink and generally stick close. At his own company, I know an awful lot more people, so can be a bit more myself … which means maybe an extra cocktail or six … and some excessive flirting!
Andee
xoxo
2 comments:
Quick question: How do I get my wife to be a little more sexually active? When we were first together, we had hot, amazing sex all of the time. As we have had kids and gotten older(I'm 37, she's 35) our sex life has become almost not-existent. She used to love to give me head, often, almost always, her idea to do. Now, I have to beg! Plus, getting her in the mood is next to impossible. Any thoughts? Thanks.
I fantasize about no strings attached sex all the time. It would be so hot, to purely have physical sex. Example, we bump into each other, your beauty turn me on, you like my looks, we fuck, a masturbate to the though of it later. Now that would be HOT!
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