The Wet Spot

I was trying to figure out when "the wet spot" came into the lexicon.  I am pretty sure when my mom told me about the special act that occurs between a couple who loves each other very much, she didn't follow up with, "And after you are done, someone will get to sleep in the wet spot."  Seriously.

Somewhere we all learned that as wonderful as sex can be, it is also messy and often there is a bit of left over what have you.

Lately, over at H and Kitty's place, we have more of a wet pond.  Or a wet slick (like an oil slick).  H has said this is due to me.  I didn't really believe him (sorry hon) until one night when I was up on my hands and knees, and I looked down to see an actual puddle below me.

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Words He Speaks…

Like a faint cool breeze across her skin...
Goosebumps arise...
Breathing deepens...
Pupils widen...
Sighs emerge...
From the mere words He speaks...
Her body warms...
Heartbeats quicken...
Blood flowing faster...
Feelings swarm...
Emotions heighten...
From the mere words He speaks...
Breasts tighten...
Nipples harden...
Arousal encompasses her entire being...
Consumes...
Devours...
From the mere words He speaks...
Something touches her...
Deep inside...
Like never known...
Like no one has ever done...
Or tried to do...
From the mere words He speaks...
It grabs her heart...
It wraps around her soul...
It fills her to completion...
It makes her feel whole...
From the mere words He speaks...
Without even realizing...
Legs spread...
Wetness flows like a river...
Aches and throbs abound...
She has no control...
It's all natural reactions...
From the mere words He speaks...
To finally find herself...
Who she is...
What she has been missing...
What she has been seeking...
When she didn't even knowing she was looking...
From the mere words he speaks...
The anticipation...
The longing...
The need...
To feel his hands upon her...
Owning...
Possessing...
Finally belonging...
Finally able to move beyond...
Making it all reality...
With a firm foundation...
From the mere words He speaks!

Give the Girl a Cookie

I want to write all the fun and sexy parts of date night.  I want to tell you how it started on date morning with me carefully selecting my clothes so that I would feel sexy and powerful all day.  And I want to tell you how we met for dinner and then wended our way home to an amazing time that leaves me sitting here with a generally sore right bottom cheek.  (Why only right?  See, if I could tell you all about it, you would know.)

But before I talk about all that fabulousness, I need to write about the more serious side.  A continuation of my last post, I think.  I had ended it here:

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