What He Does To Make Me Feel Sexy

So it seems like my flirting contest update proved to be a popular one. Had some awesome traffic from all you guys on that one … including the comment left by my friend H which led to yesterday’s update.

But I kind of like being the popular one … it’s a very good ego boost.

Out all that silliness though, I did get into a pretty intriguing chat with another online friend of mine who has been enjoying all the thoughts and crazy moments. But, as conversations are likely to go every now and then, my friend asked me:

What is something your guy does for you that makes you feel sexy … but isn’t sex-related?

Well, one of the things to keep in mind, especially given the recent blogs about oral sex, flirting and my occasion Twitter Sex Confession Wednesdays, is that my life is actually very routine. I use this blog and my website and tweets as a way to keep the flames of passion burning in my relationship, given the crazy schedules my husband and I keep. The moments of sexual adventure captured on here are a bit of a Reader’s Digest thing - all the good stuff condensed for you.

Honestly, I am a very normal, typical girl-next-door. So like every other woman, I long for the sincere and unexpected compliments that seemingly come from nowhere. We kind of have fragile egos, and so those are very important.

On a personal level, I truly adore getting a compliment or I love you NOT during sex. While my husband is pretty good at stroking my ego outside of the bedroom, those kind of compliments go so much further than the sexually-charged, gotta-say-something-between-thrusts comments. Compliments that come from out of the blue are way better at ensuring I am a sure thing later that evening than waiting until the heat of passion prompts you.

Recently my hubby scored big time with exactly that kind of moment. I had managed to talk him into coming clothes shopping with me, which isn’t really hard, but it was a nice way to spend a weekday afternoon together without kids.

I tried on the dress from Update 352, and had just walked out of the change room. Before I could even ask, he blurted out “Get it.” I was stunned because he usually needs a bit of encouragement when it isn’t slutty or lingerie. I asked “Do you like it?” He just said “Yes. Get it.” Later he explained that he thought the dress looked great on me and there wasn’t really any need for debate.

After being with the same guy for 20 years, it felt really nice to know he still found me attractive. I know he does, he says he does, but to see that look on his face as he’s going “Get it” made me feel truly sexy.

Another thing he does, as simple as it is, a couple times I have just commented in passing about how I love a new song that is out and then the next day as I am listening to my iPod I hear the song downloaded onto it. The fact that he listens to me and cares enough to surprise me with a new song on my play list like that … that really makes me feel sexy.

Andee     xoxo

Sex Toys | Make Me One Of You

I’m not sure if you noticed one of the comments my online friend H (visit his blog) had left for me on my sex toy blog the other day. He was sharing about the “clone your willy” product that is out there now; where men can make a mould of their erection and craft a dildo for their partner.

An intriguing concept, to say the least.

You know I already have a more than enthusiastic collection of sex toys, including some rather large rubber replacements. A couple of those magnificent pussy pleasers have even been modelled after male porn stars - which might be a safer way to get nailed by one those guys than in person. And as such, I am not one too shy to admit my passion for sexual playtime.

I have seen this “clone your willy” kit in my favourite sex store before, but never really had it in mind to encourage my hubby to roll it out for me. I’m sure the main objective of this product is exactly that, something that couples might share between themselves.

For women who may not yet be habitual sex toy users, the idea may be a great way to introduce her to a little vibrating playtime, fashioned after the cock she already loves. Not so intimidating compared to some of the rubber monsters on the market.

But as I was pondering my friend‘s question, I started to think what if you do stretch your imagination just a bit further than that. And so, the underlying question for me is: if I was going to want a dildo, would I want one fashioned after the man I already have in the flesh? It’s a bit of a dilemma, really.

Of course, the idea sends some delicious thoughts to my sexual appetite. My friend H says he found it exceptionally erotic to watch a woman pleasure herself with his replica. And, I can imagine just how erotic it could be for you guys to watch such a thing - if that woman was not your own partner. In a way, it’s a little surrogate fantasy; fucking her but not really crossing the lines of cheating, if that was a concern.

While I have never pondered too deeply that it is a rubber version of Tommy Gunn has been in and out of me, or my BBC fantasies are fueled by a Doc Johnson product, all I think about is the sensation and how delicious it feels to be in the moment.

But the idea of someone not so entrenched in the porn industry, someone who doesn’t have thousands of rubber replicas buried in thousands of housewives … that isn't the one I get in the flesh when I want it ... that is erotic.

Andee     xoxo

Letting Him In On The Secret

Some of you have been following my Flirt Contest since it started in April, and you know that it has been leading to some pretty intriguing experiences both at work and at home.

For those who may not be up on it, the premise began as a strange little dare my husband cooked up because I was questioning my decision to cut off my hair, and made the casual comment about how men don’t flirt with women with short hair. Just a fleeting moment of self-doubt, although I am close to deciding to grow my hair out again … just for a change though! Since that time, he has set out on a mission to prove that the length of a woman’s hair doesn’t influence her level of flirtability.

Over the three or so months we've been playing, the whole bizarre idea has morphed into more of a sexual fantasy game than a plan to boost my wavering short-hair self-esteem. Not that I’m complaining. I’d much rather play along with something like this than have a partner fixated on “another man” showing a little interest.

And lately things have taken an even edgier direction. Last Friday, my twisted hubby was spending his day sending me naughty texts throughout the day, trying to get me all hot and bothered knowing I was all dressed up for a change. And, yes, it worked …

By the afternoon, things had gotten a little more … um … heated up. We weren’t really engaged in much of the playful innuendo anymore, as we were getting a bit deeper into my fantasies. I know you guys read a lot about my fantasies and my sexual adventures, but there are a couple that I keep kind of close to my heart; not exactly the sexual thoughts that I am really ready to share. You have to understand that sometimes it can be kind of scary to open up to these very intimate and private thoughts without testing the water a little bit.

It's one thing to get a little naughty during a heated round of getting busy and play up the idea of a menage a trois, but it is an entirely different thing to admit that there is one person who could, all sexual dirty talk aside, join us. On top of that, to open up about just how much he and I have flirted and the sexual information we have shared with each other ... well, it can be a touchy subject if your spouse has even the slightest hint of jealousy in them.

It's the point where the fantasy sits right on the door step of reality, and that can be a bit scary. 

But my husband has a strange way of knowing me all too well, and making me confess all these things.

The one particular Office Guy has been in my sights for a while now. I can always count on him to cause me to lose the day when it matters. I'm not entirely sure if I can say it's a "crush" or if he is someone that shares a willingness to be open with me about things you're not really supposed to talk about with members of the opposite sex in the work place. We have shared pretty intimate details of our lives, just to make the case for an HR nightmare. And when the women I work with turn into gossiping, back-stabbing bitches, I can count on this guy for conversation that is a little more intriguing than belittling coworkers.

On Friday, while I was wearing a flirty little skirt, I caught my Office Guy checking out my legs. My husband had just texted me saying that when guys see a woman they are attracted to in a skirt, they have these kinky thoughts about things like what she may be wearing under the skirt, or how it would feel to slide a hand up the hem … even what it would be like to talk her into slipping into a secluded room and hiking up her skirt and doing her from behind.

Of course my mind was a million miles away in some sexual cloud at that point, so I made a silly little comment along the lines of “like my new skirt?” My friend replied with a polite compliment … which busted me in the day’s flirting contest. After the moment in the hallway passed between us, I texted my husband to inform him that thanks to my Office Guy, once again the score was in his favour.

My hubby texted me saying I should tell my Office Guy that if he kept on passing along compliments, I was going to get a sore jaw. So I told my friend exactly that and left him with this confused, but intrigued look on his face.

It was about this time that my panties really became a bit of a moist puddle from the combination of sexting with my husband and the look of desire on my Office Guy's face when I caught him looking.

A couple hours later I saw my opportunity to explain the rules a little more clearly, and relieve my friend of his confusion. As I was heading for break, he was heading out for the weekend, so I tagged along to the back exit that some of the employees use - which fortunately happens to be in a less-traveled part of the building. We chatted for a couple minutes about the usual kind of Friday chat, until he asked what the heck I meant earlier.

As we weren’t entirely far removed from other people passing by, I shuffled a little closer to explain. My friend is a bit taller, so he needed to lean in a bit to hear me. When he did, his crossed arms rubbed against my breasts. I'm pretty sure it was an intentional move because he has done something similar before. Far be it from me to move back though.

I explained, in not complete detail but enough for him to get the idea, that my husband had concocted this strange little challenge to boost my spirits, yada yada … He still looked a bit confused, so I had him lean in a bit more, which let him get an even better feel of what was underneath my top. Then I whispered right in his ear that the whole idea was for each day a guy flirted with me I would have to go home and give my husband a blowjob.

I have no doubt he went home from work that afternoon and took care of some business.

That night, at home, I did give my hubby a blowjob, briefly … and then while he was sliding into my wet pussy for something a little more seriously, I told him all about my dirty thoughts, how I got so turned on by his subtle rubbing of my breasts and the whole new fantasy that was brewing in my mind.

Of course, I had all the details well thought out. I have only masturbated several times over the past couple months to the idea of having this man at my disposal.

While I know it must quite strange to some, I look at where I am at in life and my marriage and recognize that I'm one of the luckier ones. I have a partner who wants to be playful, wants to be sexual and wants to challenge my libido to some pretty crazy extremes. We know too many couples that don't, won't and are on the verge of separation.

Fantasy plays an important role in a woman's life. Just because we have some of these crazy ideas, doesn't mean we're not passionately in love with our husbands, or looking for affairs. We like to let our imaginations run wild; we still like to pretend we are a princess being rescued ... we still wake up hoping to see the pony in the backyard. Our fantasies are those little girl dreams all grown up into sexual distractions. They are healthy and necessary.

And I am lucky to have someone who lets me have mine without me being afraid to admit I do.

Now I just need to figure out how to get my husband to come up with a contest that lets me give the other guy the blowjob …

Andee     xoxo

 

Orgasms | Help From My Toy Box

Hey everyone! Wow, what a freakin' heat wave around here. Of course, some don't mind because it means when I'm not locked up at work, I'm hanging around the house in not a lot of clothing, or slipping outside for a little me time under the sun in my bikini.

I hope those of you who played along with my Sex Confession Wednesday enjoyed it. I admit it is getting harder to think of things to throw out there in those little 140-character messages that still get the mind going! I got home quite last night to a very pleasant surprise - my darling husband had cleaned all my toys. It's very important to keep things like that fresh, because ... well ... you can use your imagination. Mind you, I think he may have had an alterior motive. Mmm...parts of me are still tingling. 

 

I think it's fairly safe to say that these things play a fairly big role in my pleasure ... which brings me to a question I had someone ask me before about how often my hubby and I liked to play with sex toys.

When we're together, it depends on what is happening and where. One of the best gifts my husband ever bought me when it came to sex toys was a little tiny vibrator that slips onto your finger. When we're having some good ol' fashioned bumping and grinding, this little toy can bring me to orgasm in a flash. I love it, and he loves watching me reach orgasm. My personal favourite is my Pocket Rocket; a toy that has become a very frequent partner with my husband ... and I consider myself very lucky to be with a guy that isn't intimidated by sex toys.

When I'm alone, well, that also depends. Sometimes I just like the feeling of my own fingers. But often my Pocket Rocket take me to all those wonderful places my horniness needs to go. Lately, I have been enjoying this other incredible toy I got from my special online friend Matt. You can see me in action with it here, but to boil it down, it's a Turbo Rabbit with a suction-cup base. It is the most incredible vibrator on the market in my opinion and if you want to watch your partner absolutely climb the walls, this is a sure-thing.

Having said all that, there are a few new ideas on the market that I am very interested in trying - including the "We Vibe." It's apparent a toy that you use during intercourse and has one part that sits right on a woman's love button and the other part slides inside against her G-spot.

The thing about sex toys is that they enhance the experience. My hubby and I have enjoyed a long history of playing with them, experimenting and finding ones that really get us going. The whole thing can be one of the hottest and most intimate experiences you can share with a special person. I'd never consider them to be any kind fo replacement for the real thing, and I know there's a lot of guys who would get hung up on that.

But trust me when I say, nothing feels like the real thing.

Andee     xoxo

 

Sex | Hike Up The Hem

OK, OK, OK...enough with the “hot enough for ya” comments. It’s cooler in Hell than it is in Ontario right now.

I hope you are going to tag along with me on Twitter today. I had an unplanned schedule change, which means a day away from all that lab work and back among the rest of the “inmates.” So I’m going to be having a bit more fun with another Sex Confession Wednesday. The tough thing is, being as open-minded and open as I try to be anyway, there’s not a lot left to confess.

Anyway, with that in mind, here's a little something steamy that a friend had asked me a while ago. I think I’ve touched on the subject a time or two in my other blogs, but hey, it’s about sex and I love talking about sex.

Have you ever had sex while both fully dressed (unzipped fly, hiked up skirt, etc.)?

Sure. The quickie is one of my favourite things, especially when you get that feeling of being a little extra naughty. It's also a great way to add a lot of excitement to your evening, or whatever is you're up to. I think it's so hot to be able to just hike up the hem and have some real sexual fun. I know that makes me sound like a horny thing, but hey...I'm in my sexual prime and enjoying life.

One of my most memorable summer moments was one time while we were away camping with the Little Men. It had been a while since we had the chance to share some alone time and I was very horny. With people all over the campground, it was kinda hard to find privacy. We slipped into the dining tent, pulled down the sides and he bent me over the picnic table. Nothing very romantic, but some days you just need to get some and it doesn't matter how, where or when.

Now, of course, doesn’t sound all that crazy … except for the fact that while we were busy getting busy, just across the driveway in the campground, a black bear was pillaging our neighbour’s site because the guy had left his food in his tent. Imagine my surprise in the pleasant afterglow of getting it hard and fast.

And then there was one of the very first times I experienced something that “zipless fuck..” I must have been 17, or maybe just 18. I was at a Christmas party with my boyfriend (who since became my hubby). I had a little too much to drink that night and was feeling particularly randy. After a bit of sexy slow dancing, he asked me to go to the bathroom and slip off my panties and bring them out to him before the next slow song.

So I did. There I was at this party, commando and tipsy. By the end of the next couple of dances, I was feeling like it was time for a little different kind of hip action. We finally made our way home … all the way along I’m in the front seat with my high heels on the dashboard and his hand between my legs.

If I‘m not mistaken, I think that was also the first time I had anal sex … hmm … with him anyway. Let me just say that the whole experience was probably the turning point in my sex life.

Now I will take it when and where I can get it!

Andee     xoxo

Pillow Talk | Use Naughty Words Please

I was telling you a few weeks back about my experience with phone sex. And so when I saw this little bit in an older blog of mine, I thought I might dust it off. Plus, I guess this might help out if you like to have some sexy chats on the telephone with your partner ... or whomever it is you like to have naughty chats with!

I had read this intriguing little bit of news on the Internet and found it quite interesting. I’m sure some of you think I have way too much time on my hands, but the truth is, I just like to find an escape every now and then and reading trashy stuff is a great distraction for the mind and libido!

People with voices deemed sexy and attractive tend to have greater body symmetry upon close inspection, suggesting that what we hear in a person can greatly affect what we see in them.

"The sound of a person's voice reveals a considerable amount of biological information," said Susan Hughes, an evolutionary psychologist from Albright College in Reading, Pa. "It can reflect the mate value of a person."

Hughes, whose study was detailed in the Journal of Nonverbal Behavior, cautions that an attractive voice does not necessarily indicate that this person has an attractive face.

A symmetric body is genetically sound, scientists say, and in evolutionary terms, in the wild, it can be an important factor when selecting a mate.

While I'm not advocating judging anyone on the sound of their voice, it might be fun to explore that versus the visual judgments we make each day in our lives … especially if you’re talking dirty to me!

Andee's Tips For Talking Dirty
(As borrowed from askmen.com)

Leave it in the bedroom
Don't take what happens in the bedroom out in public. That means that you don't get to swear at her or make lewd requests when you're having dinner at a nice restaurant, unless of course she asks you to.

Don't disrespect her
Even when you do talk dirty, remember that you're living out a fantasy with her. So that doesn't mean that she really thinks she's a bitch or what have you. Rather, she simply enjoys being treated like a bad girl on occasion. Separate fantasy from reality.

Explain that's it's playtime
Sometimes it's hard for your woman to distinguish if you're just playing around or actually mean the nasty things you're saying. Make sure she feels comfortable with your dirty talk by explaining that it's just a fantasy (see above).

Start out slow
It's better to be safe than sorry so I strongly recommend that you start out by saying tamer things and with tamer language (for instance, "I've been wanting to get inside you all day"), and slowly moving on to the cruder lingo in time. Remember that you can't generalize about women and assume that she means what you mean when she refers to "naughty language."

Turn the tables on her
The best way to encourage dirty talk is by assuming a different role in the bedroom. You submit and let her be more dominant. This way you'll get more of a clue as to what she means when she mentions "dirty talk." You need directions and she's the only one who knows the route.

Soft-core dirt
Although we all refer to bedroom talk as dirty talk amid sex, there are two levels to it: The soft and the hard. If your woman enjoys using different words to describe your penis besides the usual four-letter words we're accustomed to, then by all means, think of different ways to say what she wants to hear.

Of course, with time you will come up with many creative words to replace vagina, penis, fellatio, cunnilingus, and the like. And don't let her get away with "yes" and "no" replies either. Ask her what she wants from you, what she imagines you doing, and how she imagines you going about it. As well, some women might find this kind of talk sappy. So listen to the language she uses and if she gets graphic, then move on to...

Hard-core dirt
In the complete throes of passion, many people have been known to yell out some of the kinkiest, if not nastiest phrases known to man. So you can get nasty and fill in all of the following gaps with some of the most vulgar language you can think of. If you want to scream and yell or get close to her ear and whisper it lightly, that's up to you.

Andee     xoxo
 

Strip Clubs | Double Standards?

Way back in January I wrote an answer to a question that someone sent me regarding my husband and strip clubs. And it seems the subject is still high on the list for some people.

I was reading a piece in the recent edition of Men's Health (yes, I read it too ... just as long as they keep putting in all those pics of topless hunky guys, I will keep reading it.) and there was a question from a guy whose wife had secretly been to a strip club with the girls.

Hmm...double standard?

That said, I can understand his concern. You see, strip clubs for women are remarkably different than strip clubs for men. While the premise - someone getting naked - is the same, from my own experience I have learned that the men prefer to have a much darker, seedier, private setting than women. Women tend to go crazy when the guys take to the stage, and it all goes downhill from there. Women tend to get incredibly wound up. The atmosphere is charged higher than a trendy nightclub, and you just know someone, at some point, is getting groped.

One time a male stripper had picked up my chair, had my ankles over his shoulder and was dancing around with me. Another one had his ... um ... business right in my face. Not that I'm complaining, but you get the picture. Contact is a likely event.

Men, from what I have seen in the few times I have been to "gentlemen's clubs," tend to slink into their chairs, afraid to look any of the other guests in the eyes. There's no touching (apparently). Rumours swirl around what goes on in the VIP, or private, rooms to contradict that rule. But in the main area, the tension can be cut with a knife. I rather enjoy the slightly sadistic element of how awkward it gets when I "invade" this traditionally men-only audience. They're never quite sure how to deal with a woman who is there for a couple drinks, but not to dance. It's like catching a teenager with a Playboy.

But to the issue at hand - the guy writing was concerned because his wife had done this on the sly.

What I see as a bigger issue is that people fail to communicate in their marriage. Only knowing the superficial details, it seems there isn't a lot of trust there. Why wouldn't she share the details? I doubt it is because of the naked guys. But it might be issues of jealousy surrounding her being in the company of naked guys.

Me? I like naked guys, and I like being in the company of naked guys. Fortunately my hubby also likes the idea of me being in the company of naked guys. And I don't have issues with him enjoying naked women.

Is it all that different for women to enjoy the same kind of adult entertainment? Why should it be different?

So, I remain confused over what the big deal is with adult entertainment. I mean outside of the organized crime, drugs, exploitation and prostitution, there's nothing (in my opinion) seemingly wrong with strip clubs. Where I live they are a dying breed of business. Many have shut down, mostly because of the organized crime, drugs, exploitation and prostitution. But the lack of strip clubs doesn't prevent the organized crime, drugs, exploitation and prostitution. It just forces them to find alternatives.

All it really does is limit the options of seeing naked people.

Andee     xoxo

 

Hosiery | Why You Should Love Kate

I think anyone who has spent some time chatting with me online pretty much knows that I am not a big pantyhose girl. Never really got into them, and when I have they feel awkward. As an adult, I have dabbled with the less sausage-casing-like thigh highs, and most recently, traditional stockings and garters.

But if you have been following any of the Royal tour in North America these days, you guys should be fawning over the newest member of the House of Windsor.

Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, has revived a trend that was popular in the late 1970s and '80s: sheer pantyhose. For the past few weeks she has been setting the headlines on fire with her stunning style and designer choices.

Of course, some may argue that the trend never really disappeared, but trust me, in the city right now you are more likely to see a woman in a nice business suit wearing flip-flops. I love my flip flops, but I would never consider wearing them in a business setting. That said, my workplace has a policy that requires closed toe and heel footwear, due to numerous safety hazards.

"Already, the trend has caught on in the UK, with a significant spike in nude hosiery sales since Kate's made them part of her dressing routine, according to the Daily Mail" or so says a recent news story on the subject. 

And I will admit ... she's got 'legs!'

Andee     xoxo

 

Relationships | The Marrying Age

I married young. And probably much to the disbelievers in love, to a man who is 8 years older than me. I was engaged when I went to college, which many said was his way of ensuring that I would remain faithful in a long-distance relationship … and I even had my male roommates proclaim that they would have that ring off my finger by Spring Break.

My less than saintly cousins (I don't have enough blog space to write about that part of my life) whispered that I must be pregnant to be engaged at such a young age. My best revenge was watching their own daughters act as flower girls at their weddings ... it's called birth control for a reason, sweeties.

Anyway ...

After 20 years, my husband and I are still together, defying the odds, exploring this exciting adventure called life.

It's not always perfect, nor does it always turn out to be the way you think it will. But seeking perfection is what consumes people and leaves them disappointed and bitter - or in a career as a Cosmo writer.

The other day I was reading an article about Are You The Right Age To Marry. And, of course, I always love it when the bitter Carrie Bradshaw wannabes at Cosmo try to provide us with relationship advice.

The article was based on the recent news surrounding 51-year-old actor Doug Hutchison and 16-year-old Courtney Stodden. The scandal is the age difference … unless you believe in love, then the scandal is really about how the less than perfect media is once again injecting opinion into how people should live their lives. Personally I could care less about the couple’s relationship, other than to say I hope it works out because everyone is allowed to search for their soul mate.

The Cosmo experts say that 25 is the best age to get married … mostly based on the fact that by 25 we have graduated from college, gotten a job and are somewhat self-supporting and mature.

Supposedly …

What I see, and remain amused after 20 years, are the circle of friends I had from those days when I was young, in love and committed to an older man. Now in their late 30s, several have been divorced and remarried. Some even re-divorced and re-remarried. Having come from a small town, the family trees look more like blueprints for sewage pipes than ancestral maps. If divorce statistics were based on the people we knew, it would be way higher than the 50% it already is. And the gene pool much smaller.

Hardly the beacons of maturity and responsibility.

Marriage should not be something that is based on accounting, finance and chronology … it should be based on those hard to measure factors of love, commitment and, you bet I’m saying it - respect.

There is no amount of cash that is going to blow my mind between the sheets like sex does with someone I am emotionally in tune with. A big wallet will not rock my world like a man who shows me consideration for my needs, desires and fantasies.

A bit of a rant today. But then, what do I know … according to Cosmo I missed out on those years of dating and learning what I like and need in a man because I was too busy being married to someone at a young age.

Andee     xoxo

Wake Up | Cream For My Coffee

I was having a rather intriguing discussion last night with an online friend, who having read my Sexy Sunday post wanted to know more about my mornings. Sadly not every morning can be as fun and exciting as what I was writing about. The truth is, we just don't have the enthusiasm or energy to start every day with a bang!

Have you ever woken someone up by performing oral sex on them?

Oh yes, and it is one of the best things to do to ensure I get my morning sex!

This is something that I have done a few times, and I enjoy it quite a bit. But at the same time, I have to be really horny. My husband has told me many times that he considers that one of my ‘best talents’. Truth is, I learned an awful lot about how to really give good head at a sex seminar that I went to a few years ago with a friend. It was something that we did for fun…called something like “How to make love to your man and leave him begging for more.” My husband still says it’s the best tuition he’s ever paid.

Most times when I get into oral sex, it’s part of a bigger thing that is already going on. I’m not sure what I find so hot about it, but there’s just something about going down on my guy while he’s asleep and taking his cock in my mouth and feeling him get harder and harder. I get really turned on by that sensation (OK, and the power too) Then, it’s also so exciting to see just at what point in the whole experience will he wake up.

I’ve only had one guy cum on me without waking up. It was a pretty fun thing, and even more fun to completely mess with his mind about not being into me and whatnot. LOL The poor guy woke up to find a little sticky situation and me going ‘what’s going on?’ OK, that’s a little cruel, but it was fun nonetheless.

What I really enjoy is to slip down under the sheets and get my guy going, teasing and licking him until he’s really hard. There’s something about morning sex that makes some guys really hard and damn that just feels good. Once I have everything the way I want it down there, I’m more likely the type to stop with the oral sex and climb on top. Of course, this usually happens by the time the guy wakes up. From there, well, it’s just one heckuva way to wish your lover “Good Morning”

Andee     xoxo

Adventure | It Turns Guys On

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed your long weekends. Now we get to deal with a short week, and that summer "I don't wanna be here" kind of mood.

Or maybe that's just me ...

This week has been a bit of a twisted path anyway, and it's made me a little reflective for a Wednesday.

I remember as a little girl, summers were about adventure. Growing up on a farm meant you had to create a lot of your own fun; which usually came down to exploring in the woods or making up new games to play. For me, my imagination often ran away when I was sat reading a good book. I think it was there that I first discovered the idea of adventure.

My Biggest Sex Toy

I guess you can say that's a good thing these days, as I just read that one of the biggest qualities in a woman that excites a man is her passion for adventure.

The article I was reading suggests that a woman's willingness to get a little wild and crazy is attractive to guys because they recognize that with a woman that has a sense of adventure, they won't have to accept the idea that a relationship means settling down. Guys, according to the writer, are traditionally reluctant to make commitments because they fear it means the end of the line.

Men, apparently, do not like to be bored in their relationships...

Hmm...I wonder if that implies that women do?

A sense of adventure isn't just about climbing mountains or riding a motorcycle the length of the legendary Route 66. It can mean a great variety of things, and one rarely needs to travel too far from the bedroom. Create a sense of adventure between the sheets and most guys won't have the legs for mounting a bunch of big rocks.

My whole blog, and a big part of the idea for starting it, was about inviting you into my adventure. I didn't set out to say I needed thousands of people right there beside me, but the erotic thoughts added to the whole thing. By creating what started out as a sexy diary for my husband evolved into something bigger - and a lot more exciting.

If you've been reading, you know that this is about my path along my sexual expedition. I call it an adventure, because it is about exploring and discovering. Even if it is something as small as coming to terms with certain things in my own mind, or using it to share the dirtiest of ideas that I am too embarrassed to say out loud, the whole thing is about letting go of fears and leaping into some of the unknown.

And trust me, the more I write about crazy things like Five Places I've Blown His Mind or Bisexual Wedding Parties, the more it makes me want to explore deeper. I don't need to mention the more it makes me want to be explored deeper!

I realize that we all have these "comfort zones" in which we live. I'm no different when it comes to a lot of things. I like my work day to go a certain way, I like my routine to be a certain way. But at the same time, I've come to look at ways to keep it all interesting. Most recently I decided that after watching my hubby and Little Men take to the ice rink and play hockey, I would try it myself. I signed up for a womens league and lo-behold, your Sexy Northern Angel has traded her lacy garter-belt for an athletic supporter. But then, the adventure isn't just about the game on the ice - there's the whole idea for you guys to think about as to what goes on with a bunch of women in a dressing room with a communal shower.

 

It frustrates me when I meet other people that fear the idea of adventure, even in the smallest of ways; women who scoff at the notion of playing a Friday night whore in the bedroom, or shudder at the suggestion of bringing toys into the moment. It makes me wonder why they are reluctant to experience life, passion, pleasure...mind-blowing orgasms.

But then I sit back and think, that's OK...makes it easier for me to capture the imagination of those guys who yearn for adventure.

Andee     xoxo

 

O' Canada | A Photographic Update

Today is our national holiday to mark the 'birthday' of Canada. I might try to get a hot and sexy blog written for you guys later this afternoon...maybe while I am celebrating the day by slipping into a bikini and laying in the sunshine in my backyard. Or maybe just the bottoms of the bikini ... some birthdays are a lot more fun when they are spent topless.

Or maybe I'll just get laid. Every birthday is a lot more fun when you get laid.

Happy Canada Day!