Sweet Anticipation

First, since this is my first post on this blog, I suppose I should take a moment to introduce myself and this thing here.

I'm obsessed with sex lately. This is not a "normal" occurrence for me, but neither is it "abnormal." I tend to go in phases, though I have a high sex drive anyway.

But lately it's been bad. Real bad. I'm reading erotica and fantasising about having sex with my husband, who either isn't interested or simply isn't available. Then I masturbate, imagining myself and said husband in whatever story it is that I've just read.

When I'm horny, I turn to erotic literature more than I ever would porn. Porn is okay, and it has its place, but language is the medium that speaks to me. I suppose it's because I love language anyway - I've always considered myself something of a writer (amateur, yeah, but still...) and I much prefer the images my own mind's eye comes up with than some director's "vision."

And so I turn to blogger, where I can get my frustrations at least out in the open, even if I choose to do so anonymously. And anonymous I plan to remain, at least for the time being.

Oh, I should give credit where credit is due, though. The blog name/my pseudonym? Inspired by Deliciously Naughty. I've been lurking - on and off - at her blog for quite some time now, and as soon as I saw that name, I was miffed that I hadn't thought of it first. And then I started reading, and realized that she damn well deserved that name. So, instead of ripping her off entirely, I came up with what's basically a synonym for her name. But I am a fair person, so I thought I should give her credit (since she did come up with the idea first!).

But back to the topic in the title... Hubby must have picked up on my pheremones or something, because he's suddenly interested. He surprised me last night by suggesting I take a bath. Especially when it comes on the heels of my period finally leaving for the month, "why don't you take a bath" is code for "I want to have sex but you know I'm squeamish around your womanly stuff, so go take a bath so I don't have to think about the fact that you were just bleeding down there for a week."

Fun Fact 1: Hubby is notoriously squeamish around blood and guts. Even seeing them on television - when he knows they are real. He can watch a horror movie just fine, even the most gory of them. Because he knows it's fake. But watch - for example - a surgery that was filmed? Yeah, he actually gets sick.

I laugh at him.

So I took a bath and then replaced the bath water for him, so he could take a bath. (Hey, he might be squeamish about my having been on my period, but at least he's fair! *grin*) While his bath filled, the foreplay began, vibrator included.

I love him so much for buying that vibrator. It was a surprise for me, and BOY was it ever a good surprise! He didn't even show it to me first - he just hid it until we were in the middle of sex and then just shoved that thing inside me, going at full tilt. My eyes popped out of my head and I had the best orgasm I'd had in years. But anyway.... ;)

After his bath, the festivities continued. So much so that it eventually became too much for me and I had to ask him to stop. I was actually hurting, we'd fucked so much. I realized why when I looked at the clock. We'd fucked for 2 hours straight.

I can tell you the last time that happened. Last May. There was a period of about 2 weeks when he would keep me up literally all night.

And earlier tonight, he warned me: "don't go staying up all night... or you'll really be up all night!" Which is again, code for "take 2 scheduled for whenever you come to bed!"

So here I sit, in sweet anticipation, unable to think of anything but the fact that I'll be having sex with my husband later.

And I'm still so pathetically in love with him that just that knowledge is enough to have me throbbing in breathless anticipation.