Married In Ohio

After being Too Sleepy For Sex last Wednesday night, I cut back slightly on the late nights to make sure that there are no repeat performances. I still stay up late but and get things done that I didn’t get to earlier in the day but I’m making sure that I get at least 3 hours of sleep. The extra hour must have helped because we had some ferocious sex last night. California Girl was wearing a thin top that left the outline of her breast very visible, and when she bent over, you could see right down her shirt. I had some errands to run after picking up our son from track practice so I got home latter than usual. We spent some time blogging before preparing dinner. Often times when I’m sitting at the computer she’ll come up behind me and rub my head with her breasts. Or maybe its me who rubs her breasts with my head. I’m not sure who started it; we’ve been doing it for a while. One of the good things about today’s fashions is that most tops are shorter and don’t tuck in. The top she was wearing yesterday was no exception. Besides being nice and formfitting, it allowed easy access to her boobs. So I’m trying to typing a post and play with her boobs at the same time. It’s a good thing we were working on a joint post. I’m a terrible typist in the best of circumstances. Typing while playing around is not my forte. After awhile, California Girl had to go oversee dinner preparations. The Girl has recently started trying to cook dinner and still needs help with things. After eating dinner and loading the dishwasher, we read a couple of blog posts that I wanted to show her then retired to bed.

California Girl was already undressed and underneath the covers by the time I was ready to get in bed. I was a little later getting to bed since I always get a weather report and pack appropriate work-out clothes for the next day.* Even though it’s a regular occurrence, I was already feeling pretty frisky from feeling her up earlier in the evening. Now that we are almost into warm weather, California Girl has been cutting her pubic hair more frequently. Nothing say’s I’m ready for action like a nice trim. I was planning on going down on her but when I got into bed, she latched onto my dick and wouldn’t let go. So I stared rubbing her and fingering her hole while my dick was getting some attention. I’m left-handed and she’s right handed so we have a hard time finding positions where both of us can use our “good hand”. We settled on a position where we were both using our left hands. It was a nice change of pace for my dick to get some attention early on. I can always tell when I touch the rights spots by the way California Girl squeezes my dick. It was getting squeezed pretty good, so my hand was definitely focusing on the right areas. We kissed some but the main focus was our hands. Harder and faster my fingers moved. My hand was like a poor woman’s vibrator. At some point, California Girl almost let go of my dick, she was so preoccupied with the sensation my hand was giving her. When she came, she almost immediately guided my dick to her hole. She was just at the start of her period so there was no need for her diaphragm.

I started with powerful, almost animalistic thrusts I have always enjoyed sex on or around California Girl’s period and last night was no exception. We weren’t the highly evolved human beings that we normally are. We were beasts with a single minded focus. The harder I moved the harder she moved. We were pounding away at each other. Some days, we pause and switch positions but not that night. We got started in the missionary position and except for some repositioning of our legs, that the way we stayed. They only variation was harder and faster then harder and faster. Again and again we picked up the pace. Finally, I exploded. I had an orgasm of prodigal proportions. Even after I came, I kept thrusting until I was completely dry and spent. I don’t know what made us both so horny; if I knew I would do it every day.

California Girl has just gone up to bed. I am going to join her and see if we can rekindle the spirit of last night.

*Yesterday, nature played a cruel trick on me. The day started out just above freezing but the temperature climbed to 60-degrees by the afternoon. I didn’t get the weather report and packed for colder temperatures. So I ran 7 miles in sweatpants and no shirt. No-one laughed or pointed fingers but I did get some strange looks from passers by.