This is a song for the ladies
But fellas, listen closely
You don’t always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that’s not right to do
Sometimes you’ve got to make some love
And fuckin’ give her some smoochies too
Sometimes ya got to squeeze
Sometimes you’ve got to say, “Please”
Sometime you’ve got to say
“Hey, I’m gonna fuck you softly
This weekend was spent having a major fuck fest with the Hunter. At the end, we both acknowledged that although we had made plans to get outside of the bedroom, neither one of us was any good with follow through. We have vowed to do better because we both have a love of the outdoors that has been neglected for the past 6-8 weeks, but at the end of the weekend, we confessed that we are still addicted to one another in the bedroom.
I discovered that applying a thin layer of baby oil on my labia both before and after sex has helped my comfort level tremendously. I guess this is the fate of a post-menopausal woman, but it’s an easy solution. I survived a weekend of Cialis-fueled sex with no problems except that on Saturday night after three rounds of hour plus sex, I needed a time out. The Hunter was still raring to go with his Cialis-fueled penis, but I need a break, so we slept for a couple of hours and then had outstanding sex outside on the patio at 2:30 am.
I am starting to see some very subtle changes as we ease into a live-in, long-term relationship. Nothing that is concerning, just a loosening I would call it. My sex drive is easing off the gas pedal, so the Hunter and I had a chat about that development during one of our out of the house breaks. We both agree that my sex drive was on hyper because I was trying to make up for lost time with a string of NSA men and that only made me more insatiable because I never was sure where or when my next fuck was. Now with a regular and outstanding sex partner, my extreme horniness is subsiding into something more controllable.
The Hunter on the other hand is unleashed. With an open, giving and game partner, he finally is feeling free to explore his sexual side unfettered. He is a force to be reckoned with. We aren’t finding a mismatch of libidos at this time, but time will tell. He wants to explore a variety of things including BDSM and threesomes. Although I am willing to consider those things, I also want some time in the relationship before these varsity level explorations. Our communication remains very open, so we will see what happens. The Hunter is enamored with me because, to date, I have never said “no” to him. That’s a first for him.
The domesticity of living together continues to be great. We don’t get into each other’s space too much yet we thoroughly enjoy each other’s company. On Sunday, we woke up fully prepared for a day outside. We ended up lazing in bed with some sex, a lot of talk and then we moved on to a big Sunday brunch. By then it was noon and we soon ended up back in bed for another round of great sex. That led to a long nap for me while the Hunter was busy doing some paperwork, running an errand and fixing dinner. I woke up to a fabulous dinner and then we drove out to a prairie area to watch the sunset. That was a beautiful moment of watching flocks of birds flying in to roost, the sun setting in a swirling haze of pinks and reds all while snuggled in the arms of the Hunter. Life is good.
By the way, the video is hilarious. Enjoy.