All Posts Tagged With: "oral sex"

I recently joined the gym again, which means that I’ve been coming home all sweaty.  In some cases, this hasn’t been an indicator that I’ve been hitting the cardio hard (I’ve yet to do that).  In fact, I’ve been mostly focusing on yoga and pilates (yesterday was my first pilates class and wow!  my abs are sore today).

Sadly, the sweaty has been a combination of the movement I have been doing at the gym (it was a fast-paced yoga class, so there was some cardio) and the fact that it’s still like 105 here every day.  Ugh.

In any case, last week I got home from the gym; Jake was home and followed me to the bedroom while telling me about his day.  Then I took my clothes off. Continued

So in one of my recent posts I mentioned that I gave the BF a blowjob before heading off to work…and of course horny pervs DM and Lisaq focused on that and completely ignored my recommendations for stinky goat cheese and tangerine-flavored vinegar (fools).  However, there was something notable about that particular blowjob that got me thinking…

I was hesitant to give him the BJ at first because I didn’t want to be late to work.  I mean, I live 3 miles from work, so there’s no real excuse for that when they’re laying off people in June and I’m in the middle of my performance review right at this very moment (it’s going very well!  I can’t believe I will have been there for a year this summer).

But, his perfect cock beckoned… Continued

So I totally missed the deadline for DM’s Spring Fling blogging contest – work has been crazy - how is it my problem that the day before a deadline everyone who was supposed to submit an annual review didn’t know how to combine multiple documents into a single PDF file?   Sigh. However, I mentioned it was the BF’s birthday, and since a) he’s a spring chicken/Aries and I wanted you all to know how it ended up going down anyway, I thought I’d combine the two occasions into one fabulous post. Continued

So a week ago today I had my wisdom teeth removed (yes, all 4!) which is why I didn’t write (well, that and the holiday).  For those of you who think I’m crazy for getting it done over the Thanksgiving break, I had two good reasons:

1. I only had to take 2 days off work…then we got 2 days for Thanksgiving and then 2 days for the weekend.  6 days off for the price of 2, leaving me to use my sick/vacation days for something a little more fun,
2. We weren’t going to visit family or friends for the holiday (we kind of like to do Thanksgiving just the two of us)

(ow!)

Continued

Dear Honey,

OK, so I just read your latest post and felt so unbelievably frustrated. Being the relationship & sex guru that you are, I thought you might be able to help me with this.

I went off my birth control about a month and a half ago. I was on the high-estrogen stuff and I felt like it was making me nuts, depressed, etc. So I went off, but my gyno wouldn’t give me a new ’script until I came in and I couldn’t come in until the Monday after next. So no birth control. Well, my boyfriend is like Mr. Super Sperm – the two times he’s had unprotected, non-birth control sex he sired kids. Yep, two illegitimate kids. Please, let’s not get into that part. Suffice it to say, I will *not* have unprotected, non-birth control sex. Rightly so. But if I even bring up condoms, he wilts. Literally. We’ve never successfully had condom-protected sex. It’s been a month since we’ve done it. I’m going nuts, and I honestly think it’s affecting our relationship, from my end of things. He’s fine with fooling around. I’m not. I need the good stuff, and it will be another 6 weeks before I get on the new birth control and am in the safe zone.

Help??

No Love Without a Glove, Massachusetts Continued

So just over a week ago, I got home around 6 (like I normally do) and did some e-mailing, some blogging, and some household chores while enjoying a Bud Light.  The BF got home a little after 7 (like he normally does), and for about five minutes we chatted about our respective days while I sat on the bed and he changed out of his suit.  I stood up, thinking we would go downstairs, and… Continued