Feeling completely blessed this morning as mouse reflects on a recent conversation with a good friend. While mouse cannot be completely certain the real reason, it seems that some couples never really learn how to be intimate with each other. Yes, mouse is talking about the act of sex. Or maybe the art of love-making? Normally mouse backs away from intimate discussions with friends about their (or mouse's) sex life (odd since mouse has a blog in which the very subject often includes her intimate time with Daddy).
It seems this friend loves her husband deeply, but the idea of sex with him is more of a duty than something she enjoys. Now at this point mouse was bracing herself for the confession that the friend had taken a lover or something. No, she hasn't and has, from what mouse gleaned, no intention of doing that. Apparently, her husband has a back injury, coupled with other issues that just made sex impossible for him. But it seems their issues began long before this. So, when this happened, she gladly gave up sex! They haven't had sex in nearly a decade! The friend even remarked that her bullet vibe was nicer!
Daddy and mouse have often joked about what will happen when we're too old to screw -- but really that's a long way off for us! But we also enjoy the act of sex too. Really mouse doesn't need to be tied up or overpowered by him to enjoy being with him or feeling him inside her. Also, we're not afraid of talking about what we like and don't like. Lots of things come into play with it too.
Sometimes mouse loves it when he takes his time and hits all the right spots -- but those right spots...well, they change. Other times due to other thoughts rambling through mouse's head -- he'll never hit the right spot! It's just a giant miss. Those are the times when mouse hates it when he takes his time. Equally odd tho, he can start to switch the gears around and suddenly when mouse was counting times the ceiling fan rotates, she becomes lost in a sea pleasure she wishes would never end.
It's true, there are times it's just for Daddy and his pleasure. But when you consider we have some sort of sex twice a day, most every day -- those times are less. Most times it's based on mutual pleasures, needs and desires.
This morning, as mouse woke Daddy with her mouth, he pulled mouse away, holding her close and slid his length between her legs. Feeling the safety of his weight over her, mouse felt his love. Overwhelmed by the thoughtts that mouse couldn't begin to string into words that made any sense, she wept as he moved inside her. The power of our climax lifted mouse to where she needed to be. Closing her eyes tightly, feeling salty tears run down her cheeks -- the love we take is equal to the love we make. (yes a different song).
To be sure there isn't a vibrator in the world that could give mouse that feeling and that's why this morning -- finally able to put these thoughts into a cognizant way, she feels so incredibley blessed!
Song Selection: Attics of My Life; J. Garcia, R. Hunter