The problem with all this is that I feel like a weirdo. I mean, what sort of modern, competent, woman wants to be overcome by a man? I feel like there must be something wrong with my brain. I have been struggling with this for awhile. I am mad at myself for what I desire. It is getting easier to accept this aspect of myself, but I still fervently wish it wasn't there. I don't want to be a little freak! Ack!
Last night I was able to say something to BDH for the first time. "I want to be spanked. Hard. I want it rough." He complied, and I felt great. I laid in his arms afterwards, completely satisfied. Added bonus, he likes it this way too. He loves me so much, he had waited to show me this crazy rough stuff till I asked for it. And that turns me on too. How wonderful is it to be with someone who patiently waits for you to be ready? Almost four years of marriage, and he is still letting me find my way, with gentle pushes in the right direction from him. I can say with full certainty, that man knows me better than I know myself. Now I find writing about last night and how he has patiently held me along this path is causing me to get turned on. Right now. Sitting here. I am turned on. Erg. What do I do about this?
Nice girls don't have sexual desires! Yes, it is the 21st century, yes, I was born sometime in the 1980s, but my Mother, lord love her, made sure I was as 19th century as I could get when it came to sex. Sexual repression, anyone?
I really need to go do some household chores this morning. My flowerbed in the front needs weeding. But sitting here, with my bowl of cereal and my laptop, all I can think about is jumping on BDH and seeing if he is up for round two.
No! I am not supposed to want sex. But I do want it. I am not supposed to tackle my Husband and eagerly wriggle till he throws me underneath him. Yet this is what I want to do.
I let my mind drift while I was sitting here battling between having sex and weeding the flowerbed. (Yes, the flowerbed is still a contender, but losing quickly.) A realization hit me. It is not sex that I desire as much as him. If a good looking, strong man walked through the door and offered to tumble me on this oh so very soft couch I am sitting on, I would say no. I don't want just anyone, I want HIM. I love HIM. He is IT. There is no one else. I am genuinely, completely, and totally in love with my Husband and want HIM to pull me underneath him and screw my brains out. Yeesh! Where did that come from? Now I am starting to sound like a hormone filled teenager!
I will compose myself. I will compose myself. I will go weed the flowerbed. I will go weed the flowerbed. I will go jump on ... NO NO NO. Flowerbed. Maintain some semblance of control.
Or, I could just embrace my inner freak. I could just run to his home office, naked, and sit on his lap. That would be much easier than continuing to fight myself.
Inner freak embraced. For now.
Hi TKC,
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing freaky about wanting to make love with your husband. In fact, it's downright wholesome. Perhaps nice girls don't have desires, but nice women surely do.
What could possibly be wrong with satisfying one another and having fun doing it? Spanking and submission, for me, are just another (delicious) form of lovemaking.
Those flowerbeds aren't going anywhere...
Hugs,
Bonnie
It's so much more fun to embrace a healthy sex drive than fight it. Enjoy!
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Pour some vinegar on the weeds! It works according to my mom who has been gardening for EONS,I need to try it too,the HOA here is not pleased with our front or um back garden,lawn space.
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