Steven made the statement this week that conflict makes me horny.
Now, whether or not that is true is a matter of opinion. I am sure that his logic was that despite several conflicts between us this past week, I can't seem to get enough sex.
Last Saturday we had a crazy evening with great sex.
Sunday I went by his office for a nice desk fuck when he got off work.
Monday I masturbated thinking about him.
Tuesday we had a snarky conversation on the phone, and then I got off the phone and masturbated. And then proceeded to tell him about it.
Wednesday I met him at a hotel room...I was under the covers in thigh highs, garters, and a corset type top when he arrived. Yeah...that stayed on all of 2.58 seconds. I don't think that Steven quite understood that it takes TIME to put all of that stuff on. There should be a law that if it takes 17 minutes to put it on, you have to leave it on at least 17 minutes. Ohhhhh the torture that would bring....after a round of hot, intense sex, we went to dinner and came back. We had a wonderful couple of hours cuddling, laying together, and of course an amazing hour of sex...we simply could not get enough of each other. I had some seriously intense orgasms, and by the end I had cum so many times that the last one was a struggle...one that I wouldn't give up on though. It is NEVER too much.
Thursday I was home alone, mentally recapping the week's sexcapades, and naturally that aroused me, and being one to take full advantage of the empty house, well....yeah, I let some fingers wander into my warm wetness, and fingered myself. While NOTHING replaces a hard cock, sometimes the slow softness of my own fingers produces such a different orgasm that it is nice. Sometimes the hard aggressiveness of my hand produces an even different orgasm. It's nice to play around with this now and then.
So...here we are. Friday. One would think that I would feel immensely satisfied sexually. This afternoon I was organizing my bedroom and I found a washcloth that Steven had sprayed his cologne on for me. I held it to my face and breathed it in. Electric feelings surged to my pussy and all of a sudden I could feel my pulse in my clit. I looked at the clock. The kids were playing downstairs. I had to leave in 5 minutes for a hair appointment. I locked my bedroom door, laid on the bed, and touched myself while smelling Steve's cologne. No joke, it was a 2 minute deal. Crazy how the smell of him did that to me, and crazy that I am chronically horny for some reason.
Here is what I am going to do now. I am going to book a hotel room for tomorrow night. My darling Steven has arranged a night away. And I was going to be out anyway, which is perfect, because since I live in the boonies, it isn't unreasonable to crash at a friend's house after drinking...nor is it unreasonable to use this as a reason to not come home. And then I am going to wait. Stay busy. Try to avoid clock watching. And I am going to warn Steven that despite a week of great sex and masturbation, that I am needing more. More of HIM.
Thankfully, he matches my sex drive. Thankfully he is always willing, eager, and horny himself. I have never, ever, ever, ever been with a guy that can go and go and go again, and last and last and last some more. And now I have a guy like this and it ROCKS. Better still, he always finds it hot when I tell him about pleasuring myself. I love this too.
Here is my alarming thought of the week. I have read up on when a woman hits her sexual peak. And everything that I have read states 30-40, but mid thirties was pretty common.
What if that is true? What if this gets WORSE? I am 30. What if at 35 I am a raging crazy nympho that knocks down Steven and RAPES him? I guess you can't rape the willing, but still...the thought ALARMS ME that I could want even more sexual gratification.
And then I remember. I have been deprived. I have had years of not enough sex. Years of not good enough sex. And now I have it. I have a wonderful sex life with a wonderful man. So OF COURSE I want it more! He shows me new things, takes me to new levels of enjoyment. I miss him when we are apart, so I think about him, and about us, and that is arousing. NO WONDER I AM CHRONICALLY HORNY.
Back to the thought that conflict causes me to be horny. You know, as much as I hate to admit it, there is a smidgen of truth to that. Steven stands up to me. Fights back. Puts me in my place. Fights a good fight. Fair? Not always, but neither am I. So yes, this may turn me on a bit. I am married to MR. MELLOW-SMILE-AND-NOD-AVOID-CONFLICT-HIDE-FEELINGS. And it gets old. Fast. So when Steven and I disagree, or pick at each other for whatever reason, it may just make me want to fuck him that much more.
If we were under the same roof right now, we quite possibly could become the most unproductive couple EVER. Who needs to do housework when you can have sex? Isn't having sex a legitimate reason to miss work? Can kids go to bed at 4 pm? Would my friends understand if I had to cancel plans with them to have sex? Would I use safeway.com for groceries so that the time I would use actually going to the store could be used for sex? I am sure I could shop for clothes online while being fucked from behind...and Steven could enjoy a blow job while making work calls, right?
I could go on and on. While writing this, something has occurred to me though. MY BODY IS GREAT. I have battled my own body my entire adult life. I have battled weight. Health issues. Defects. More stupid issues than anyone my age should have dealt with. AND THIS SAME BODY IS GIVING ME IMMENSE PLEASURE EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND. How can I be mad at that? The same body that threw a surprise surgery my way 4 months ago today is making me smile. I LOVE IT. I love how much I enjoy sex, and the way my body and Steven's bodies are together.
And that silly question that I ALWAYS ASK Steven during sex..."Why does it feel so good?"...will ALWAYS have the same answer.
Because it's us.