Whenever I successfully have a sexy encounter I feel like it’s worthy of a victory dance. I think I need to come up with a theme song for those times. Hmmm. I dunno. My general sexual theme song is AC/DC by Joan Jett. *grin* But I need something else. I’m open to ideas.
Davey and I took the day off today to go play in the city. We went to an excellent restaurant for lunch (we can splurge on the lunch special, dinner’s a bit over the budget) and enjoyed excellent food and service. Then we went to the UN for a tour. Next Davey got his hair cut and then finally we trekked downtown to Babeland for some shopping. We finally picked up the chocolate body powder we’d been talking about getting (comes with a feather) and I got some flavored condoms for when I enjoy safer oral sex. (No more Blo condoms though! I love those! I need to write to Babeland about this.) Then we picked up dinner to take home and we were on our way. On the train back, I suggested that between the nutella we had at home and the chocolate body powder we’d have a very delicious dessert indeed.
Dinner and showers was followed by dessert. I took the lead and teased his body with the feather and dabbed body powder and nutella on his chest, nipples and then finally his penis. Yum! Nutella flavored boy is great. I got him so worked up that I ended up finishing him off with my hand. It’s so fun to get someone achingly worked up.
Next he enjoyed some dessert (chocolate/nutella flavored girl of course!) and used the feather for gentle tickling. After some cunnilingus, I asked for my butt plug, something I don’t ask for very often. I thorougly enjoyed his tongue while filled with the butt plug. Next I reached into the bedside table for my bullet vibe and favorite dildo. Double toy penetration was on the menu! It felt really good to be so filled up and this led to loads of earth-shattering orgasms. He fucked me while the butt plug was still in. Inevitably the damn thing slid out and we finished without it. All in all it was a hot, sweaty, sticky, down and dirty round of sex. And I LIKED IT.
I sound like my old self in this post, and it sure feels good. Gotta celebrate the victories. Just last night I was feeling decidedly un-horny and all PTSD-like. Grr. The anniversary of my assault is this week (I deliberately don’t know exactly which day, I think the 28th.) and various feeling have surfaced more intensely. But tonight is proof that I can move on from it and reclaim my sexuality. Hooray!
Ooh, that is the old you. Congratulations and keep it up!