Lo/Hi

You get low
Like a valley
High
Like a bird in the sky
You get low
‘Cause you’re angry
Low
High
High
Low

One at a time
Get in line for the masquerade
Drink ’til you cry
And you’re lying in the mess you made

~The Black Keys

I have seriously not been in any real trouble with Adam, in a very long time! Every so often, a part of me contemplates pushing the boundaries, just to see what’ll happen. Then, another part of me argues, but look how long it’s been since I’ve had a sore behind! That’s the competitive side of me speaking, and she speaks to me much louder than the side whispering ideas to test Adam’s resolve. I’ve had a few instances, spread out over months of time, where I’ve slipped in a little wag of my middle finger, or rolled my eyes. If he reacts with his hand connecting to my backside, it’s not been anything remotely serious. We always goof around together. I frequently receive playful swats on my butt, from Adam’s hands. It’s just that it’s been an incredibly long period of time, since I’ve struggled to stay seated, or had to sleep on my belly for a few nights. I don’t enjoy pissing my husband off. There’s a sort of line, before the LINE. The first line, I know I’m not really supposed to cross. But, when I do, as long as it isn’t frequently done, I know that even if I get spanked for it, he won’t be seriously upset, and my butt will not be sore. The only caveat, would be if I did any of those minor “line crossings” too soon after a serious one. Beings I haven’t taken any big steps over the lines, in so long, I suppose I feel a little bit more cocky about pushing it just a little, a little more often. That’s been the extent of trouble I’ve found, since I can’t even remember when. Last Fall, maybe? Possibly even longer.

One other “side effect”, of my staying away from trouble, is the absolute confidence I bring to our bedroom. I can’t really explain why, but I grow less often “submissive”, when it comes to sex. I want to be on top more. I initiate more often. I talk dirty. That’s not to say that Adam isn’t mostly in control of things, but I guess there’s some sort of “fire” that burns more strongly within me, when I’m filled with the arrogance of having stayed away from the painful kind of spankings that bring out, what I call, Adam’s “hard hands”. I’m very turned on by knowing, seeing, and occasionally feeling the difference between Adam’s gentle hands, and his tough ones. His hands are full of calluses. In fact, his calluses have calluses. He not only works with his hands, but he also works out with weights, at the gym. Despite the roughness in his hands, he’s nearly always incredibly gentle when he puts them on me. It’s only rare occasions, when I’m reminded of how quickly his hands can morph into his very own, built in, “wooden paddles”. I suppose I become less fearful, of those hard hands, when I’ve only experienced his gentle ones for extended periods of time. I wouldn’t say I completely “forget” what they’re capable of. I simply grow to believe more assuredly, that those hard hands won’t make an appearance. So, I’m a little arrogant, in the way I conduct myself. Even in bed. Not that he would ever be someone I even remotely feared, when it comes to intimacy. Adam wouldn’t, and has never forced me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. Regardless of the circumstances! After I’ve done something bad enough to warrant a truly sore behind, I only crave his gentle touches. I need him to make love to me. I need him to hold me. I need him to soothe and comfort me. I need to know he still loves me. He’s still proud of me. He still believes in me. It takes awhile to regain this confidence I generally find, even during sex. I suppose there are good, and not so good things that come from my having stayed out of trouble. I can be sassy, and often tip toe just up to, or sometimes over, the line. I’m not quite as submissive, in my thinking and my actions. However, that can also translate into some great sex.

Those are my thoughts, this morning.

Jackie and I are planning to hang out, after awhile. I planned out our next week’s menu, and got the groceries needed for all our meals. I’m making fiastadas, for supper, tonight. Tomorrow, Adam’s grilling us some pork chops. I’m going to make my lemon and pepper green beans, and some pasta salad, to go with. Sunday, I’m planning to make homemade beef and noodles. I’ve already got pre cooked beef stew meat, that I put in our deep freezer after I’d cooked up a bunch of it. We get a giant container of stew meat, at Costco. Then, I cook it all up, separate it into freezer bags, and save it for later. I’ve also got Mj’s favorite, my Hawaiian hot ham and cheese sandwiches, on the menu for next week. I’ll make meatloaf, one evening. And, I’ve got everything to make a fried chicken casserole recipe everyone loves. That’s about all I’ve accomplished, so far today. I need to get some laundry going, and I’d intended to put on a cute little sundress. I should also get the darned cat litter changed out. That’s our every Friday job. We scoop it, in between Fridays. Then, on Fridays, we dump the whole thing out, I scrub out the inside of the litter box, and refill it with fresh litter. I hate the smell of stinky cat litter boxes! So, I do my best to prevent that permeating smell from ever spreading throughout my house.

I’m not sure what we’ll end up doing, this evening? Maybe I can talk Adam into playing a few games of cornole, with me? We’ll see where the rest of this day goes, I guess! Gosh, I love Summertime! Everyday is left to chance. The predictable, boring daily routines get to disappear, for awhile. Tomorrow, it’ll be JUNE! I’m already buying things for our Fourth of July party, at Poppy’s. Jackie, Mikayla, and I will be leaving for our Gulf Shores trip, in just one week! We’re all excited for that, too. I have a feeling this Summer is going to fly by, much the same way it does every year. While there’s lots to be looking forward to, I also want to do my best to enjoy all my todays. Every today is a chance to make memories. Even the ones that seem mundane, in the moment, become days to look back on and find yourself wishing you could be back inside that day. A day such as this one. A lazy, sunny Summer day, spent at home with my family. I hear my kids upstairs, playing a video game on the TV. The birds are singing loudly. My dogs are sitting at my feet, as I type in my blog. It’s a beautiful day, and I’m certain I’ll one day read the things I wrote here, and think to myself, gosh I wish I could go back inside that day. I know this, because I often have those thoughts, when I look back at my writing from time that’s in the past now. Sometimes it’s merely days later. Sometimes it’s years. It happens often, though. I’d reckon most everyone could relate to those thoughts, when reflecting on their own stories.

Talk Dirty

You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés (oh)
Our conversations ain’t long
But you know what it is

Talk dirty to me…

~Jason Derulo

Last night, while Adam and I were taking our shower, we messed around a little bit. Adam made a comment about how he loves that his wife has a “dirty mind”. I can’t remember exactly what he said, or the way it was said, but that was the gist of it. I laughed, and told him “that’s why they always say the good girls are the biggest freaks. Like the saying ‘a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets’.” He pulled me close to him, and kissed me. He said that he knows that now! Adam came into our relationship with a helluva lot more sexual experience than I did, but not with girls like me. The ones he had, in high school and college, were the kind of girls that would be considered to be most “sexually liberated”. Girls like me, who’ve always felt that sex is a deeply intimate, sacred, and special thing, generally aren’t the ones who are willing to go home with a guy they barely know, and share a “one night stand”. Of course, I was never some vision of Christian puritanical perfection. I had sex with my boyfriend, when I was a teenager. I had a baby with him, at just 18 years old. This baby was not conceived in marriage, or by immaculate conception! When my relationship with her father ended, I did spend time with some other men. I’ve kissed 6 guys (including Adam). This is also counting my very first “kiss”, when I was 12 years old. I’d seen a character on my favorite TV show get her first kiss, and decided I wanted to experience what that was like. A boy I’d grown up playing with, wound up being the boy who gave me that first kiss. It was innocent, really. No tongue. No groping. Just a quick peck on the lips, and then we went back to fishing in the pond. MiKayla’s father, and Adam, are the only men who’ve ever seen or touched me intimately, though. I was teased, growing up, for my refusal to participate in many of the things the people around me were experimenting with. I’ve had guys chastise me, after spending time with them, when I wouldn’t allow them to use my body. I was called “prude”, and “a tease”, plenty of times. Now, everyone close to me refers to me as the “nympho”. I love sex, with my husband. I’m down to try most any kinky shit you could think of, with my husband. My mind often wanders into thoughts about what kinky shit I’ve done, or want to do, with my husband. That’s the thing, for me, that matters. It’s all for my husband. It’s all with my husband. I honestly never even fantasize about being naked with anyone else. I think Jax Teller, (Charlie Hunnam), from “Sons of Anarchy”, is a fine specimen of a man. But, I still have no desire to imagine myself with him, or anyone else, besides Adam. For me, Adam is perfection. It’s not just about one or two things I like about him. It’s the whole package. These years, and all the important moments together, have created this relationship I have with him. He knows me. He’s interested in learning who I am, what I like, what helps me grow. That can’t possibly be replicated, or replaced, by anyone else. So yeah, I’m a dirty dirty girl…for my husband.

Crossing A Line

~Mike Shinoda

It’s been a hectic day. Emma, the baby, isn’t feeling well. She just wanted to cuddle and sleep, all day. After the littles left, I had so much to get done! I did laundry, swept and vacuumed the floors, and got our supper cooked. I’ve got all our supper dishes cleaned, and lunches made for Adam and our kids, for tomorrow. Now I’m taking a break, downstairs. I made myself some white chocolate hot cocoa. It’s delicious! I only ever buy that stuff around Christmas time. It’s special, this way. Adam and Justin went to the gym. It’s Adam’s “break time” now, too. In a little bit, we’ll go take our shower, and get ready to go to bed, so we can do it all again tomorrow. I thought this might be a rough Monday, after the long weekend, but I didn’t feel too bad. I wasn’t exceptionally tired or anything. Which I’m grateful about.

Last night, when Adam and I were getting undressed for our shower, I found myself in a little trouble. He was teasing me, about something. I made a gesture that’s hard to explain in words, but one that’s understood by our generation, as I told him to suck it. He picked me up, propped his foot on the toilet lid, and bent me over his knee. I got a handful of moderately hard smacks, but it wasn’t awful. I think Adam was questioning his choice not to give me a harder spanking. While we showered, he mentioned that he thought maybe he needs to remind me what that feels like. He thinks I’m getting a little too arrogant about “dancing on the line”. I protested, of course. I asked him, “Why do you think I haven’t done anything stupid?” I answered my own question, “Because I know the kind of spanking I’ll get, and I don’t want it!” He conceded. I received no further smacks across my behind. However, I have a feeling I need to make sure to stay well inside the “lines”, for awhile at least. I suspect I’ll end up with a very sore butt, if I say or do anything that would be considered disrespectful.

I’m going to finish listening to the Joe Rogan podcast I’ve got playing, while I do a little crafting. Then I’ll go get naked with my husband, while we shower. After that, I’ll tuck our kids into bed, and go get naked with him again, in our bed.

Heat Waves

~Glass Animals

Considering my ass was burning, the entirety of last night, “Heat Waves” seemed an appropriate title for today’s blog. I’m still feeling the spanking I got, yesterday evening…

I’m not proud to admit this, but I’d been keeping something from Adam. A couple weeks ago, it occurred to me I’d forgotten to take care of something. Instead of telling Adam about this, I decided to handle it myself, quietly. Because I hadn’t done it sooner, it wound up costing us more money than it otherwise would’ve. Still, I had no intention of bringing that to his attention. As I should’ve predicted, my indiscretion was brought to light, and he was not amused.

I hadn’t crossed any serious boundaries, like this one, in a good while. I absolutely hate to disappoint my husband. As we discussed this, I told him exactly that. I don’t like to disappoint him. He frowned at me, and asked me when he has ever once yelled at me for something I’ve come to him and admitted? The answer is never. He hasn’t. That’s not to say I wouldn’t have had any consequences, but “lying by omission” is a much more serious offense. Instead of one mistake, it grew into another, much worse, one. Even so, his voice never raised, to me. He kept incredibly calm, as we talked all of this out. He maintains such absolute authority, when he stays composed and measures his words carefully. It’s impossible to really form much of an argument, because he’s clearly right. I did feel awful. It hurts me, when I can see hurt in his eyes. One of, if not the most important things, to Adam, is communication. Honest communication. I’m certain this is why he’s so careful not to lose his cool, when I come to him with something upsetting. I can understand the predicament I put him in, as he tries his best to balance showing appreciation for my honesty (even if it was way overdue), and then knowing he needs to hold me accountable. He did a fantastic job of it, last night, though. Not a single harsh word was spoken from his mouth.

When the time for discussion had ended, and it was now time for consequences, I wanted to cooperate. I wanted to show Adam I understood his position, and I was sorry. But, as he began to pull me across his lap, I sunk to the floor, laid my head on his knee, and gripped my arms tightly around his leg. I told him I was really scared. He assured me, I would be okay. He said we would get this over with, and move on. Then, he picked me up and laid me across his lap. He wasn’t rough with me. He actually takes care to ensure I’m as comfortable and secure as possible, in the moments before a spanking. Those small gestures remind me he still loves me, even in times like these. Finally, he bared my bottom, and began the series of painful smacks across my entire behind. I have been known to say ouch, owieee, please, but I cried out in a way I’ve never done before. I later admitted to Adam, I felt embarrassed about that, but he assured me I wasn’t being a “baby”. He still considers me to be pretty tough. Spankings hurt so much worse, when I’ve admitted to myself I’m wrong, and I deserve this. The times I refuse to “give in”, or accept a wrongdoing, it’s much more difficult to get me to a place of surrender. I can stubbornly refuse to give Adam the “satisfaction” of knowing a spanking is working, or “getting through to me”. This was not one of those times. I got the message, loud and clear.

I know I’m a natural at pushing and testing boundaries. I do sometimes do it, for no other reason than to find out if I can. That wasn’t the case, this time. I wouldn’t intentionally look for ways to hurt my husband, or earn a serious spanking. I do not enjoy those kind! Although I should’ve known better, I really thought I would get away with it. I expected I could take care of this issue, without involving Adam. Even though, I know full well how frustrated he gets, when I hold things like this back from him. I get it.

When we went to bed, I laid my head on Adam’s chest, while I wrapped my arms around him. He too, held me snuggly in his arms. I asked him to love me. That’s code for, make love to me. He told me he wanted me, but he didn’t want to hurt me. He told me he does not enjoy doing that. I can’t describe how much I appreciate the way there’s no grudges held, following an issue that resulted in a spanking. It’s amazing, how quickly we can move on. There’s no animosity, anger, or unkindness. His hands are gentle. His voice is soft. I’m made perfectly well aware, that even during a spanking, he’s loving me. He cares. He wants to move forward, and prevent anymore issues. That’s so important, for me. I can accept, and appreciate all the ways my husband takes care of me, knowing every word spoken, every touch given, is done in love. He has compassion for me, even in discipline. He shows forgiveness, quickly. These are the very reasons why our relationship works. The love and the trust I have for my husband grows, even in the tough times, because he never stops loving, protecting, and providing. He’s consistently here for me, and for us. He never stops showing up for us.

Today, I’m humbled. I’m grateful. And…my backside’s a little sore. But, the reminder I’m feeling physically, is also the very reasons I’m feeling humbled and grateful. It’s a new day. It doesn’t have to be a bad one, because yesterday’s troubles have been dealt with. Although, I should probably apologize to Adam. I don’t think I’ve officially done that. Also, I did talk Adam into loving me, last night. Although it was a little painful, when his body created pressure against my sore behind, it was most certainly worth it!

I Only Date Cowboys

I tried the clean cut, but I had to cut that off
I had the bad boy, but he wasn’t bad enough
I tried the big city broker, but I broke his heart
I tried the rock pop super, and the football star
But none of them could keep up with me
No, none of them was my cup of tea

Now I only date cowboys with the hat and boots
That can back up a trailer like his truck’s on cruise
Kind of cowboy with a wild west heart
If you ain’t the Marlboro man, then it’s no cigar

~Kylie Morgan

Yesterday, Jackie, Mj, and I went to check out a venue, for Justin and Jackie’s wedding. It was absolutely perfect! Everything about it was Jackie’s style. This next year of wedding planning is going to be so much fun!

They ate supper with us, last night. I made ham and cheesy potatoes. We all sat around and talked, mostly about wedding plans. After they left, Adam and I went to take our shower. We were both in silly moods. We teased each other, and did a lot of laughing. Later, while we got ready for bed, I pushed it a tad too far. I was still in our bathroom, putting lotion on, while Adam removed the extra pillows from our bed, and pulled back our blankets. He said something to me, I can’t even remember what. I sneakily flashed my middle finger, and quickly went back to what I was doing. He turned around, and gave me a look. He asked me, You just flew a bird, [flipped me off] didn’t you? I answered, NO… He walked toward me, and told me not to lie to him. I asked, “How the hell would you know?!” He said he knows that “shit eating grin”. I was probably smiling like the Cheshire cat, as often happens when I’m attempting to be sneaky. He grinned at me, but said this is a “no fly zone”, as he picked me up. He sat on the edge of our bathtub, and pulled me across his lap. I was still giggling. He gave me 4 swats, but it wasn’t that hard at all. When he stood me up, he asked me if I wanted to try that again? I replied, YES. His face got serious then, and he told me to go ahead and try it. I said, no way! He responded, that was a good choice.

Once we were both in bed, I climbed on top of my husband, leaned down, and began to kiss his lips. I ran my hands down his neck, and across his shoulders, appreciating how strong and sexy the gym is making him look. As I continued to trace his body, with my hands, moving over his chest and stomach, I kissed down his neck, chest, belly, and halted right at the top of his boxers waistband. Then, I sat back up, looked down at him, and told him thank you for not making my butt hurt tonight. In one solid motion, he turned us both over, so that I was now on my back, with him on top of me. He looked into my eyes, told me he won’t be lenient like that again, and then pressed his lips against mine, giving me a long kiss. We had amazing sex, before I dozed off in his arms.

This morning, as I was getting dressed, and ready for the day, I decided to do something I haven’t done for a few years now. I cut my bangs.

I took Wyatt up to his baseball practice, ran a couple errands, did some dishes, and finished one of my craft projects.

I also got out a few books, that I want to read. A couple of them I’ve read several times already, but it’s been awhile. We were laughing, yesterday evening, because I went to grab one for Jackie to borrow. When I opened my nightstand drawer, the books inside were, George Orwell’s “1984”, “Animal Farm”, Dr Phil’s “Family First”….and “Mein Kampf”. I am absolutely NOT any kind of Nazi sympathizer. Hitler was a disgraceful, sick man. I haven’t actually read the book, yet. Justin lent it to me, because I’m a history buff, and it’s a way to get inside the mind of this sadistic man, and his thinking. It’s also a lesson, in human psychology, propaganda, and how we (humanity) could devolve into such horrific behavior. Even so, I’ve hesitated to begin that book, because I’ve been warned it’s difficult to read, and (obviously) very dark. Clearly, my interests are all over the place!

It’s a cool, cloudy day here. I think I’ll start one of my books. Perhaps, “1984”? Definitely not Mein Kampf”. It’s likely to be a book that sits in my drawer, and never gets read. Maybe one day? Not today, though.

The Best Day, With You, Today…

I ended up cutting Adam’s hair when he got home, yesterday. I’d told Jackie we would be over, as soon as I finished his haircut and he showered quick. Then, Jackie asked if I’d cut Justin’s hair, too? She likes the way I’ve done Adam’s, and Justin needed a haircut. So, I brought my clippers, shears, and combs. I hadn’t ever thought much about how intimate it really is, when you’re cutting someone’s hair. With Adam, and my kids, it’s never occurred to me how close you are to someone. Or, how often you’re touching them. Justin is a great guy. He’s truly a good friend of ours. It was just a different experience, doing my best friend’s boyfriend’s hair. They were both happy with the results, though!

I still needed to blend the front. We weren’t finished, in this picture. Jackie always takes a whole bunch of photos. I love that she does it 😊

Their brisket was absolutely incredible! I don’t really care for steak. I don’t hate it, but it’s not something I get excited about. I expected brisket to be similar. It’s not. I called it “the bacon of beef”. I will definitely be eating that again!

After supper, we played cards against humanity. It’s a hilarious game, so long as everybody in the group has our sense of humor. We had a blast. It gets silly.

Our faces after I played the cards in the next picture…I totally won that hand.

I had looked at my watch, and seen it was a little before midnight. We were all having fun, so I thought we’d stay a little longer. The next thing we knew, it was 2:00am! We’d brought the kids home, after supper. They wanted to hang out here, since Mj’s best friend was staying. We made the five minute drive home. The kids were down in the basement. They had popcorn, chips, and movies playing. They were sound asleep, when we got home. We brushed our teeth, and climbed into bed. I can’t even remember what it was that Adam said, but he accused me of rolling my eyes, after he’d said it. I hadn’t rolled my eyes, but since he claimed he could see what I was doing, I flipped him off. I stayed like that, middle fingers up. He hadn’t noticed. So, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about, because I’d been flipping him off for the last 30 seconds, and he didn’t see it. I guess the beer I’d drank, and our silly shenanigans all evening, had me thinking I was being funny. Adam didn’t laugh, though. He pulled me over his lap and told me he was going to spank me for 30 seconds. I had one of his t-shirts on. He pulled it up, and my panties down. Then, he spanked me so hard and so fast. I began to plead with him, “You’re going to make me scream and cry!” He’d never spanked me in that quick, non stop, repetitious way. When I get a tattoo, I learn how long I can count in my head, until the artist lifts the needle, and I get that moment of relief. It’s how I stay still and calm. I focus on the break in pain that I know is coming, in 3..2..1, as I countdown. Adam has always given me a break, in between every swat. Not last night. I do not like it! I’d have completely lost control, if he hadn’t stopped, shortly after I’d told him I was about to. I snuggled into his chest, with his arm wrapped around me, and fell asleep. I woke up later, to Adam removing my panties again. This time, for a different purpose. We made love, and then went back to sleep. I woke up this morning, wearing only his t-shirt. Overall, it was a wonderful Saturday night. No more teasing my husband with my middle fingers, though.

Sentenced to a Spanking

It was only Adam’s second day, at this office, and he ended up working late, last night. He didn’t get home until after 7:00pm. The kids had already eaten supper. I couldn’t eat. The kids were downstairs playing ping pong, while I watched and waited for Adam to get here. It was honestly a relief, when I finally saw his truck pull in our driveway.

Even when he’s upset with me, Adam always strolls into the kitchen, and gives me his sideways grin. You’d think it was an ornery type of smile, if I didn’t know better. I smile when I’m nervous. Adam smiles when he’s keeping himself calm, and holding back something. We obviously have “real” smiles, most always. These smiles, last night, were not them, though. He looked at me. I blurted out, “Jackie went out to eat with new guy. The kids are downstairs, playing ping pong.” I went on, “New guy brought Jackie beer. He took her out to eat. How’s come Jackie gets beer and food and I’m in trouble?” Adam replied, “Jackie isn’t really my concern, right now. And, besides, give them some time. Remember when [you did the first really stupid thing, after we’d just started dating]?” He was referring to an incident, years ago. He did not punish me, that time. I wasn’t getting a “get out of jail free card”, this time.

Adam pointed towards our bedroom, and said, “let’s go”. I put my head down, and walked to our bedroom, with Adam following closely. He shut and locked our door. There wasn’t much conversation. He just bent me over our bed, pulled my pants down, and spanked me. I’ve only had one spanking worse than the one I received last night. After a round of perfectly aimed swats landed on my backside, he paused. Then, he began to lecture me about how irresponsible I had been. He still worried there could end up being some form of legal trouble, at least for Jackie. I should’ve used my better judgement, and never gone along with our stupid plan. After he’d finished lecturing me, he put me back over our bed, and gave me a whole new round of very attention getting swats.

Adam held me in his arms, while I clung tightly to him. He reassured me that he loves me, and there’s nothing I could ever do to change that. He came out to the kitchen, to grab his supper. He told me to eat, too. I couldn’t eat, though.

I had told Jackie I would text her when it was “safe” to come back home. She and new guy walked in, shortly after I sent her the “all clear” message. Adam was sitting in the living room, and Jackie walked over to him. She asked him if he was mad at her? Adam told her no. She asked him if he’s disappointed in her. He said yes. She got teary eyed, and Adam gave her a hug. New guy cheered everyone up. He is a really good man. We all talked for awhile, and the mood was much better, all around.

When we went to bed, Adam started to run his hands over my body. As he began to remove my shirt, I asked him to love me. He gently replied, “What do you think I’m doing?” Then, he made love to me. I slept in his arms, although I had to stay on my belly. My behind still hurts.

Jackie and I are heading over to ship this damned box of crap back to the company.

Multiple Orgasms NSFW

This one’s not quite the wholesome, innocent, sweet kind of post I usually make. It’s on my mind, this morning, and this is my story to tell. I’ve used my blog like a journal. I am married, after all, and sex is frequent in my marriage. Wanted to give fair warning, though. So, here goes…

Adam and I have some form of sex, most every single day. If I’m on my period, I’ll service my man orally. Occasionally, he decides to use my “back door”. I’m pretty open about my opinion of anal sex, when I talk with my girlfriends. It can actually be really fun! It’s naughty. It feels very different than vaginal sex. It isn’t painful, if done right.

I was fighting off a UTI. If I don’t make myself go pee, after sex, I am in danger of developing one. When I was younger, I had so many UTI’s, I was put on a low dose antibiotic everyday, for 6 months. I miscarried a baby, because of my constant UTI’s. I’ve learned how to (mostly) avoid them. Peeing after sex is a big one. Occasionally, I fall asleep naked, in Adam’s arms, and I don’t make it to the bathroom. This is exactly what happened, this weekend. So, I was drinking lots of water, and doing my best to avoid needing antibiotics.

When we went to bed, I was eager for any form of sexual intimacy, with my husband. I kissed his neck, his chest, his inner thighs, until my mouth found its way to his waiting manhood. When we were finished, I curled up in Adam’s arms, and went to sleep. I was awakened, a few hours later, when I felt him sliding my panties down. He was kissing the back of my neck, while his hands wandered over my body. I purred a little, alerting him that I was now awake. He reached over me, opening the drawer in our nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of lubricant, and readied himself. I moaned, as he began to find his way inside of me. He was “spooning” me, as we lay on our sides. His fingers touched me, moving in exactly the right ways to make me orgasm. I felt him climax. He pulled himself from inside of me, and we went back to sleep.

I woke up with my panties still down to my knees. A reminder of what we had done, hours earlier. We don’t do anal sex very often, which makes it even more of a turn on. I’m already fantasizing about tonight. The UTI has been averted. I’m feeling great. I can’t wait to get my husband between my legs again.

I truly believe good sex is a sure way to keep a relationship strong and healthy. Fourteen years with this man, and I still can’t get enough of him. I love to be wanted. I enjoy giving over my body to this one man. I wasn’t exactly “experienced”, when I met Adam. I lost my virginity to my ex. He was the only other man I’ve ever been with. I feel safe with Adam. His confidence and ability, in the bedroom, have shown me just how much fun sex can be. My comfort in knowing and trusting this man who is taking me, that’s the reason I’m so happily willing to give myself over to him. I’m his. And he’s mine.

Giving and Taking

If I don’t have music playing in the background, I’ll have a podcast I’m listening to. I’ve heard some interesting ones, recently. People talking about “high value men”, and women’s “body counts”. I discovered my husband is in the top 3.25% of American men. Statistically, only 15% of men are taller than 6 feet. If you also want him to be good looking, not obese or ugly, that halves, to 7.5%. If you want him making over $100,000 a year, it halves again. So, he’s 3.25% of men. I’ve always highly valued my man, but I hadn’t ever looked at it like that. According to the “experts” on this podcast, “high value men” cheat. Women shouldn’t expect them to be faithful, because all women are fighting for the top 10% of men. If they’re in that, you can’t expect monogamy. Bullshit! I didn’t marry him when he was making money. We struggled and sacrificed. We have built the life we have, together! Even Adam gives me credit, in his success. If I didn’t take care of our kids, our home, him, then he wouldn’t have been able to devote the same time and energy into his career. He had an old college friend come by, one time. His friend was going on and on about how his wife didn’t ever do anything, because she was a new mom. They had a 4 month old new baby! Adam looked at his friend, and told him “I could never trade places with Eve. She works hard, everyday. It’s not easy to take care of our babies, our home, our finances, and she does an amazing job of it.” Hearing my husband say those words, especially to this friend of his, stuck with me all this time! It means a lot to me, when he appreciates me, too.

Truthfully, he definitely works harder than I do. Just compare our hands. He has rough, calloused hands. Mine are soft and smooth. My day is easier than his, even on the harder days. I texted him, awhile back, and told him about what my morning had entailed. The dog threw up on our bed. Our daughter was sick. She’d been throwing up. There was a lot happening, but I told him I’m here washing our bedding, after having to clean up puke all morning, and thinking, I am so grateful that I can be here, taking care of our baby when she’s sick. Even when I’m doing the dirtiest jobs, I would rather be here, cleaning up puke, than doing Adam’s job! He’d rather be doing what he does, to take care of his family. I’d rather be doing what I do, to take care of my family. We see such value in each other, and the way we each contribute to our family. I think some folks out in “podcast land”, have cynical ideas about men and women. Like men want beauty and sex, and women look at men like wallets. It makes me sad for the people who go through life, with that type of mindset. Relationships aren’t about “what can you give me”. Fulfillment comes from the things I can do for my husband, and vice versa, for him with me. It’s not supposed to be a 50/50 partnership. You both give everything you can. We choose to love each other. You don’t always feel like it. You do it anyway. These people, who only see relationships as a transaction, they’re missing out on something so beautiful.

I couldn’t imagine starting over. The connection Adam and I have built together, is worth more than all the money and sex ever could be. There’s more to life than just money and sex. It makes me sad that there are people who might never know that for themselves.

Why Spank?

I need to start right off by saying, this is not for everyone. I’m only discussing what’s right for me, and what works for my husband and I.

Why does Adam spank me? To put it simply, because it works! I respond to him much differently, when he has the ability to “humble” me. I’m very quick witted. I can successfully argue just about anything, even if I’m wrong. I don’t back down easily. I am stubborn. Knowing that Adam can, and will, very calmly bring me into our bedroom, pull my pants down, and spank my behind without hesitation, changes the way I choose to interact with him. It forces me to stop and think, before I say or do something that I shouldn’t.

Why would you want to be treated like a child? You should be equal to your spouse! Personally, I don’t believe my husband and I are “equal”. We are certainly valued, equally. We are not the same, though. He has strengths that I readily admit I do not. He is a man, who takes his responsibilities as a husband and a provider very seriously. I am a woman. I have chosen to take the role of his helper. I have different responsibilities. I also have so many privileges that he doesn’t. I can stay inside, where there’s a constant comfortable temperature. I make decisions about our home and our children. I make decisions for myself. I even make plenty of decisions for Adam. The only time I’m “overruled”, is when Adam says so. He doesn’t do that often, though! I am perfectly able to voice my opinions. I can argue my perspectives. The only thing I cannot do, is disrespect my husband. If I try to argue with him by insulting him, or berating him, that just isn’t accepted. If a decision is made, and I disobey it, that is not acceptable. If I didn’t trust my husband to always be looking out for me and for our family, I would never have married him! I want, hell I need, my husband to be a leader. I appreciate his authority. I don’t want that job! We are living out a “traditional” marriage, in a modern world. I’ve said many times, I am not a doormat. I am not invisible. I am not meek and silent and abused. Adam works his ass off every single minute, so that I can have all the things I could ever want. He literally lives to make his family safe, comfortable, and content. He puts our needs first, always. All he wants is a little respect. I’m doing my best to give it to him. Still, I’m a flawed human being. I’ve lived most of my life thinking, talking, and acting the way I “felt like”. When Adam spanks me, I realize several things at once. First, holy crap, he means it. Second, holy crap, he loves me, even though he’s really upset. He doesn’t yell at me, because I do not respond well to it. He knows that. He knows when to be firm, and when to show me some softness. He knows me. He’s taken the time to learn who I am, and what works for us. Will this work for everyone? Of course not. I am happy. I am secure. I am satisfied. I am madly in love with my husband, and he loves me right back, in all the ways I need.

I also have to throw in, that Adam and I talk to each other much more than other couples I know. We don’t hold back. We can tell each other anything. There aren’t secrets. We just speak to each other respectfully. Adam respects me. He doesn’t insult me. He doesn’t bark orders at me. He puts me first! I am very well looked after, and I wouldn’t trade my life for anything.

One more thing worth mentioning, is that Adam and I have more sex than other couples I know. Like a lot more sex. We’ve been together for 14 years, and I am crazy about him. We haven’t gotten bored with each other. We definitely aren’t boring, in bed. I may be trying my best to be a lady in the streets, but best believe, I’m a freak in the sheets…for Adam 😉