UGH! Done with being sad...I live in my pleasure. WARNING: R RATED

Alright, a girl's gotta right to be swampy and sad for a few days.  I took my few days.  I'm done.  Done, I say.  My son was sick and for those of you that have kids, you know how that can take its toll on you mentally and physically.  You're basically a human Kleenex.  The kid sneezes on you, wipes his nose on you, ech, it's enough to make you wanna cry.  I wanna feel like a woman today, not a wrinkly piece of tissue balled up at the bottom of somebody's purse with a mint stuck to it.  SO, I came across this post on my online community board about W.  I'd talked about him at the very end of the Guy with the holes in his socks post the other day and said he deserved his own post.  I want to tell you, I had to edit the post a bit to make it, "blog-friendly," and less graphic.  (Whew, it was very descriptive) That's the beauty of the Sister Goddess community, though.  I can write anything and it's totally accepted by my sisters...never judged, but supported.  And for that I am so forever grateful.  I brag today I am one smokin' hot goddess and at 40 (ass smack) I got it goin' aaaooowwwnnn. 

"...I love that I call W my, "man-friend."  It makes me giggle.  I brag that he lets me play in the most delicious ways wherever, whenever...he's so easygoing.

I sat on the couch before breakfast.  He comes out from the bedroom carrying the pink, fuzzy blanket to cover me so I won't be cold while he opens the patio door to have a smoke.  When he's done all I'm thinking about is I want a before-breakfast treat. I start to snuggle up to him and he says, "let's go back to bed so I can play, too.  This couch is to small for what I want to do to you."  I didn't even wait for him to finish what he was saying and I was already in the bedroom.  I think I was like a cartoon where you could see the color streaks behind me and a bullet noise (PING).  He laughed and yelled out, "Alrighty then, I guess that means ok?"  I told him to lay down and let me take my pleasure from him. ( It's a completely different world when you focus on YOUR pleasure when you touch someone else.) W is very quiet when we fool around...we're working on this, I've at least got him to tell me when he's going to orgasm, he looks into my eyes when he's inside me, all new to him...wow. So, I (edit, yikes, too graphic), which I love to do for him.  His hand slides down my ass, move my red satin thong and (oh my G-d, more edit, this part was really good, too damn).  W has my body down so well.  He reads me and listens.  After a few mere seconds of touching me, I'm climbing on top of him and he slides inside me.  Total nirvana.  My curls are falling all around his face and I'm riding him in slow motion.  My hands reach out in front of me above his shoulders on the bed, I flip all my hair back,  he grabs onto the small of my back and we're still moving as slow as possible while all these swear words are coming out of my mouth about how fucking good it is and don't stop and Oh God, yes, I look directly into his eyes and he tells me, "I'm going to cum now, ok?" He's so precious.  He asks my permission. He moves faster and it feels amazing...and then...a noise...it wasn't a big noise...but it was a noise...total step up from complete silence which is where we started. It used to be like having sex with a mime.  Now, I'm fucking a quiet rockstar.   A rockstar who serves me with pleasure and loves to see me in mine. Then he says, "Let's go out for breakfast."  YAY! I don't have to cook! Yes, gps, I'll take more, please"

Hmmm, adult dating...my former marriage...adult dating...my former marriage (doing the  balance scales with my hands).  Was W the Knight on the white horse.  No, but he's what I call driftwood.  My love is there.  I may have to wait my whole life...shit, I've waited this long, and I'm staying in my pleasure while I do. 
My song choice for today, my Lovlies........."Like A G6 (Clit Talk Chopped and Screwed)"  It's the sickest version of this song I've ever heard.  If you can't find it, I suggest, "Wait (The Whisper Song)" by the Yin Yang Twins.  I'm a mother.  I'm a woman.  I'm a sometimes-Kleenex.  And I am so much more than that.  Thank you for taking time to read where I am today.  Will you puhleeze do something that will make yourself not be a Kleenex today or tonight?  I don't give a shit if it's taking a bubble bath or putting on lip gloss or for my more advanced sisters...what would bring you pleasure? You are responsible for your own happiness, right?!  What about just holding eye contact with someone for a little bit longer than what's comfortable and smile.  Just try it...you might like it.  I'm sending you all so much love, R