It was three weeks ago tomorrow when I broke my leg, and I’ve left my house only twice since. Once to go to a holiday concert at my son’s school (the day after I came home from the hospital; still not sure how I managed), and once to go to my Mom’s for Christmas eve and morning.
It feels like a blur. I can hardly believe it’s been three weeks; it seems like a long weekend. But the hospital stay, after-effects of surgery, taking Oxycontin as a painkiller, and the monotony of laying on my couch every single day and watching TV or movies probably have something to do with that.
I introduced you to Alan the Boilermaker in my previous post. After our first date, which ended in a delightful-yet-public kiss on the sidewalk in front of my house, Alan proved to be a consistent and flirty communicator.
When I arrived back in my city, I sent him a text to let him know. We exchanged four text messages that day….none of which were him saying anything close to “hey thanks for last night I had a great time.”
The next morning I sent him the following: “Good morning handsome 🙂 The nightgown I was wearing last night smelled like you and it made me smile…”
What did I get in return, three hours later? “Hey good morning to you. Not as nice and sunny when you were here yesterday!”
In the absence of him being able to come to me, I chose to come to him. I love to drive and don’t get much of a chance, but I hate being stuck in city traffic.
I was able to get on the road a bit earlier that everyone else going home on Friday afternoon, but it was still a 2.5 hour drive. I called some girlfriends and took some work calls to pass the time, finally arriving around 6:30pm. Continue reading →
My grandmother tracked everything. Who needs an app to track when you have sex? She certainly didn’t.
Unfortunately, my Grandmother died when I was only 17. She was 77, a few years older than my Mother is today. Complaining of fatigue for months, her family doctor prescribed more and more medication. By the time she was hospitalized, her cancer was inoperable and she had mere months to live.
But this post isn’t about the failure of her doctor or her death; it’s about her sex life. Continue reading →
I’m going to write about the foursome I just experienced. But I want to first talk about some of the feelings and insecurity I had before it became a reality.
Today, I’m pretty confident both mentally and physically. The physical confidence has been a latecomer. In the last couple of years I’ve begun to embrace my generous ass, lack of thigh gap, and my cellulite.
Fox came over late yesterday afternoon. We originally planned to have lunch but he came later and stayed. I had a space between conference calls so we took advantage of it and I greeted him naked in my bedroom.
The sex continues to get better. He’s committed to making me squirt and is getting pretty close to success – all suggestions and links to videos welcome.
I had to get back on a call but only had to listen, for the most part. Fox and I started fooling around again with my male colleagues chatting away in the background. I put the phone on mute and rode Fox to an amazing orgasm.
That was a first. We had a good laugh about it.
I got back to work. We sat side-by-side in my bed, him trolling Facebook and me doing my work thing.
After I was done, there was more talking and more sex. I ended up talking about Tony and told Fox about the decision-making I had to do when I was on vacation. I’m trying to find the balance of being open but not excruciatingly so. Of being honest without telling him things that will worry him unnecessarily. I’m not sure I’ve found the right balance, but I’m trying.
A very relaxed evening was had. Another round of sex, dinner out, back to my place to watch a sporting event, and lots of talk throughout.
It was late when we went upstairs to my bedroom, joking there was to be no sex due to fatigue and overeating. We crawled into my bed and he pulled me close. I felt his erection against my leg and wondered out loud in amazement that he actually wanted more sex. I could see his sheepish look in the dark.
He snaked his hand down my body and between my legs. He kissed my shoulder, neck, and behind my ear. And then he whispered:
“Ann, I hope you realize I’ve fallen in love with you.”