The Drawstring Theory

Yes, it kind of feels like this sometimes, play that short clip there. This part always comes to mind when I think about those little nuances that we go through. (Extract is a funny movie by the way)




Now I know I may be looking too deeply into this, its not the end all to the constant question of whether there will be sex or not, but I do pay attention to it. I sleep naked, pretty much all the time. I do keep some pj bottoms handy right next to the bed in case the little one needs something in the middle of the night. So I tend to strip down and jump in bed at night. I'll lay there and watch her get changed into her pj's, the top goes on, and then the pants go on, meaning its pretty much guaranteed there will be no adult play time. There are those rare occasions where the pants will not go on and she will climb into bed, so I know I should at least try on those nights.

Now I do realize that the absence of pj bottoms doesn't constitute a definitive no, I mean there are some cold nights that she doesn't deal with very well. What bothers me though is mornings like this Tuesday. I was out Monday night with my friends and didn't get home till almost midnight, the usual time for me. I climb into bed and nod off to lala land for a few hours till that damn alarm is calling at 5. I jump out of the shower and wake her for her turn as I start getting dressed. She climbs out of bed and all I see is a bare ass walking to the bathroom, and it was cold last night. What the fuck is that about. My guess is some quality time with the rabbit and I certainly don't begrudge her that.

I'm just looking at this from a typical male view, I'm wanting, she's not, till I'm not around it seems, Fuck. It's just like the end of that clip, actually hearing the drawstrings tighten as the wind goes out of your sails.

I had a very busy weekend doing some home improvement shit, sadly it was one task that took quite a bit of time. I started in on some tile work in the bathroom Saturday after having a morning swim class with the wee one. I ended up working on it from about 11 till 5 and only got one section of wall tiled, not as much as I was hoping. I had to stop and get cleaned up though as the wife was having some family and a friend over to help with some project for Easter, so I had to entertain of her friends husband for the night. That was not too bad though, he's a nice guy, we just headed down to man-town, watched a movie and had some drinks. Once everyone was gone, I helped my wife clean up and we headed to bed. I was really hoping for some sex, its been about two weeks, and it was my hope that the wine she was drinking would loosen her resolve some. Sadly, she was snoring as her head hit the pillow. I should know better than to hope.

Sunday morning I was greeted to the clock saying 8:30, needless to say I was shocked. My daughter usually never lets us get past 7. I got up to see what the two of them were doing and ended up playing with the little on for a bit before my wife ask when I'm going to start back on the tile. I told her I needed a shower first, I'm just not truly awake without a shower. So I did that, got dressed and headed down for a quick breakfast. As I threw something in the toaster, I headed out to the garage and got the wet saw and everything else I would need set up. I came back and stood there eating while making a cup of coffee when the wife came down and started right in on me. "This is why I want to hire someone to do it, it takes you forever to get going." I was fucking pissed at that and told her I'd been getting things set up in the mean time. I didn't say another word to her for the next three hours.

I was working away till about 5 again, but I finished all the tile work. Thank fucking god. It was more like tile work with a side of stair-master thrown in for good measure. I must have been up and down the stairs about 75-100 times, just lots of fine cuts and angles to work with. I can say today that my ass is feeling it, it truly is a glut workout. I was more happy that she couldn't say a damn word about how much I got done. I at least got a "it looks really good" from her.

With the work done, I showered, made dinner for M and started a fire since I was fucking freezing still from my hands being numb working with the wet cutter in 40 degree temps. I made dinner for both of us after M was fed and happy. I made a drink for myself and settled on the couch for some relaxing time. We put M down and headed back to the TV. I didn't really have much to say to my wife, I was still holding on to that comment from earlier. The movie I was watching ended around 9:30 or so while she read sitting there. I headed to bed not even considering sex, I know my mental state wouldn't even be there. Not that I had to worry about that. I put a movie on in the bedroom and she was out again in about two minutes. I ended up watching it for about an hour before I finally let sleep take me.

Sexyness at work

Yesterday brought some interesting sights to work for a change. I work in a predominately male business and the more beautiful of the species is not seen all that often. We do have a few women that work in the office but they are usually only seen passing through, to or from their cars.

Yesterday being old hallows eve, the ladies in the office apparently decided to dress up and have a bit of a party in there. Now, I've often heard in the past that Halloween is a great time for some women to embrace their inner slut and dress however they like without any repercussions, and believe me, I relish the idea. Hell, I think they should do it much more often, once a week maybe, I'm more than happy to look at all that sexy flesh, on display, peaking out, begging for attention. Mmmmmm. So, anyway, before I had my little tangent, I was saying...

My department has a view of the main work area where everyone walks through, so I was given the opportunity to be surprised early yesterday when one of the girls walked in with skin tight black pants and a tail swaying back and forth as she walked through. Damn, that looked pretty good. About a half hour later, another one walks in, same thing, tight black pants and high boots, only this one is working it, sauntering through, hips swinging and swaying. Oh my, I'm thinking as every guy has their eyes glued to her ass.

The best thing is how they knew they had the attention and kept walking back and forth throughout the day, eating it up I'm sure. The tails on their asses, ears sticking up high, and painted whiskers all attracting the cat woman attention of a guy centric business. Three of them on separate occasions even made some trips to my department to drop things off, which is not a normal occurrence. It had my mind in the gutter most of the day, I know, not a difficult thing to do right.

Off for a bit

I will be unavailable next week in case anyone is looking me,because I know so many of you do, yea right. Anyway...

I'm heading up north with the wife and little one for a few days in New Hampshire. I'm not really looking forward to it, though I know I should be. I am looking forward to not having to come into work for the next week. 

The wife and I were talking about the trip this past week and she says to me "your not expecting sex on vacation are you?" No, why would I want that? She is dead serious by the way. I've always thought vacations were some of the best places to have sex, guess I'm the only one thinking that way, again. Fuck. This is just another reason why I've stopped enjoying some of my vacations, it's just more pronounced now that we have a child and so much time and energy is spent on the little one.

I actually brought this topic up during our recent discussion. I asked her why it was we could spend a week in beautiful Aruba and not have sex once. Oh boy, did she freak about that. I do remember she was pretty sick flying down there. But then it was all about how stressed she was with work and a recent miscarriage. Needless to say, she thought it was perfectly reasonable to abstain during vacation. I even suggested having sex on our balcony on the seventh floor overlooking the pool and beach. It was a dark balcony by the way. No go.

Sorry, guess I started rambling again. You guys know how passionate I am about sex. Forgive me. 

I will miss reading all your blogs and l look forward to catching up with them.

Sex Music

Ok, I have a question for all my blogger girls and boys out there. You all know that I'm kind of a music lover, just a bit. I want your opinion here please.

What is, or would be your favorite CD or Artist to have-sex/make-love/fuck to?
I know its the age of MP3's and I-pods, but sometime you just have a favorite, so whats yours?

I'll give some of mine:
For just about any scenario I'm going with the self titled "Tantric" album.
For a good down and dirty fuck, AC/DC's "Back in Black"

For some nice drawn out sensual sex, Eric Clapton's, "Complete Clapton" or Pink Floyd's "Pulse"

Question

I received a question from SoccerMom who asked, have I ever had sex on my motorcycle?
  As much as I'd like to say the answer is yes, the truth is a much sadder no.  Not from a lack of want on my part                though.

As it so happens I married a women who is just not that into experimentation when it comes to sex, which I might add is causing a growing rift.  It seems that the older she gets, the more of a prude she is becoming.  It hasn't always been so, in our younger days there were all kinds of things she would be willing to try, I wish I knew what kind of switch was thrown in that head of hers so I could undo it.

But, back to the bike.  I can honestly tell you that the bike has already been part of someones sexual fantasy's (*one of my favorites*), as well as some kind of an aphrodisiac for some other ladies who read my blog. There is just something about the bike for some women, I don't know what it is, oh well.

Feel free to ask questions, you may want to know something I would not think you'd be interested in...

Two Up

My wife actually asked me to do something with her, that she has not asked for in two years. No, not "do you want a blow job", though it has been quite a few months since I've seen the inside of a mouth. Sorry, I always get sidetracked by sex, its a wonder I can operate normally on a daily basis.


Anyway, what she asked was if we could go out on the motorcycle. We had planned to go out to dinner Sunday night after we got back from dropping M off at the in laws for the night. It was a comfortable evening and I always love a reason to ride on two wheels. Now, like I said, its been more than two years since she has been a passenger and more than seven or eight since she rode herself. The reason she does not normally like riding with me, the R1's passenger seat, its really is a sorry excuse for padded cardboard and it sits about 4 inches higher than the front seat. But a 1000cc bike with 180 horsepower is not really made for two up riding, a passenger seat was an afterthought at the Yamaha factory.

She used to always complain about how her ass hurt after about 20 minutes on the bike, or her knees bothered her from the sitting position. I was not looking forward to complaints. Well a 25 minute ride to the BBQ joint and all was well, "not as bad as I remembered" she says. We eat, have a few drinks, go to a friends house for a few hours, then head home. The ride was a bit longer home, about 45 minutes, then the complaints came. My knee hurts, my ass is a bit sore, it was a bit cold. Are you fucking kidding me....

Meanwhile in my head I'm having visions of what could be, arms wrapped around my waist, holding tight. Enjoying the ride, the vibrations that reach deep down into that secret place in women just between those legs. All culminating in a great night of licking, sucking, and fucking.

Hey, I can dream, can't I.

Dream a little dream

I had the oddest dream the other night, and by odd I don't mean its unusual for me to dream about threesomes. I have those all the time about my crush, but I digress...

It started innocently enough, the wife and I were hot and heavy, all over each other, working our way up the stairs (told you it's a dream). There are different items of clothing being removed in the process. We get to the bedroom, only its not our house, its my bedroom in the house I grew up in, the old water bed and every thing else just as I last remembered it. We work our way around to the side of the bed and I fall onto it only to hit something. I jump back up and move the covers to find a girl laying there naked. Its at this point that things got weird because its my youngest brothers girlfriend lying there in all her glory, she's a pretty good looking girl too. I'm about to pull away when she grabs me by the waist band of my underwear and says "Where do you think your going, you started something, lets finish it." Now color me totally fucking surprised when the wife is right there with me, not a word of protest she just gets in bed with us.
The rest of the dream was a blur of bodies in motion, it all seamed so real though. There is something so visceral about the visuals, my woman having her nice moist cunt licked while I take the other one from behind or two woman concentrating on licking and sucking me. All three of us enjoying ourselves so much, to get lost in each other's bodies, its just so hot. I only wish I could experience this in real life, and I don't mean with my little brothers girlfriend, though that would be so uninhibited, I know it would never happen with my wife.
That gives me an idea for a new post: Things I want to experience sexually.

A.D.I.D.A.S.

I feel like the older I get (mid 30's by the way), the more I think about sex. Its not just at home with the wife, its everywhere. We are bombarded by sexual images everyday, every hour and then not expected to feel those impulses? I can't stop thinking about what my cute young coworker would look like sucking me off, or what that hot little piece of ass that I just sold something to would look like naked, or maybe even bent over that counter getting it from behind.

It seems there is no reprieve from these thoughts either. I sit here alone at home today and from the moment I woke up, I can't stop thinking about it with no apparent catalyst. At least when I'm at work I know its watching that little sex kitten walking around making the day tougher to get through. Then at home the depression sets in a little more as realization dawns that there won't be any action tonight, again...

If I hear "I'm tired" again this week, I'm going to loose it. Why do I feel like the only one trying when it comes to our sex life? I buy her lingerie, only to see it once for a minute or two before it disappears into a drawer never to be seen again. I buy penthouse letters which she likes to read, only they end up being read when I'm not home. I buy porn movies which she is not adverse to watching, only she is rarely in the mood. I have bought toys to help liven things up in the bedroom a little, all I can say is that I'm pretty sure the rabbit gets a lot of use when I'm not around. I can't remember the last time she has made any attempt to buy anything.
I've been reading a lot online to try to help with these issues, and many of the suggestions just don't work the way there supposed to. I tell her how hot she looks in a certain matching bra and thong, she just shrugs it off. I make even more of an effort to help around the house knowing this is an issue she has, she never really notices how much more I'm doing. I guess its just killing me how much my sex drive in increasing and hers is not.
And that little vixen sauntering around work in her low cut tops and ass hugging pants is not helping my minds musings all all.