An Odd Hobby For A Spinster . . .

I am amused that just when I have finally come to terms with my Spinsterhood, I find myself having sex more regularly than I ever have before.

Last night I saw LawBoy again. Woohoo! He is such a fantastic lover that I can't believe he's not completely taken. I feel so lucky right now to have not one but two men who can make my body sing.

The best part was when LawBoy stumbled all on his own onto my thing for choking. Let's examine all the ways this is awesome:
1) The sensation of strong male hands around my throat. Ooooh! I certainly don't feel numb without it, but with it . . . Wow. ZoomSuperSonicTechnicolor!
2) I didn't have to ask. It was really, really nice to have my needs met without that pesky communication stuff.
3) He was more than ok with it. An open mind is a beautiful thing.

Sex with LawBoy has always been memorable -- I am a little embarassed at the number of firsts I've had with him. First time standing up? Check. First time not in a bed? Check. First time messing around while driving? Check. First time while on my period? Check. First multiple orgasm? Check.

Who knows what firsts there are yet to come? I can hardly wait!

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Weekend

If you haven't been able to tell, I do tend to enjoy my miseries. Yes, it's perverse. This life I lead has onion-like layers of irony, and despite my enjoyment of it my unhappiness tends not to stick around very long at a time. It's rather like Life enjoys suckerpunching me at random times and then going about its business like nothing happened.

Reversal: A character so far gone from the action that I thought the actor had gone home has wandered back into my life. Some two years ago (was it really that recently?) I struck up a friendship with a law student at the local university. I'm using the word "friendship" here very loosely, because he only looks me up when he wants a booty call. Normally I wouldn't give such a cad the time of day, but he's a smarty-pants and he gives me great orgasms. And that's exactly what he did, too, on Saturday. Did until I was so raw I had to beg him to stop. I like that!

I think, also, that I had my first multiple-orgasm. When I have control of the When and How of it, I have no interest in multiples. I still enjoy sex during/after/whenever, but there'll be no more orgasms for a good while. And, too, so often it happens that my partner isn't even interested in my orgasm in the first place. (Mr. S one time was so ready not to play anymore that he stopped right in the *middle* of an orgasm. Argh! That is the ultimate torture -- no satisfaction and no ability to do anything about it. But I digress). In this instance, LawBoy had me pinned face-down on the stairs and his fingers deep inside me and he didn't stop. Not when I came the first time, not after, and not when I came the second time. Glorious fireworks :)

Perqs and quirks: I was hanging out with Mr. S the other day and he reported with barely suppressed glee that he got to shock someone in conversation by referring to Mrs. S and me as "his wife and his girlfriend". Now, I am well aware that in this context "girlfriend" lacks romantic meaning and is more a shorthand for "person that I have sex with and my wife knows about it", but I'm pretty sure that is the first time ever that anybody has ever referred to me as a girlfriend. Kind of sad, that, don't you think?

Tonight's music: My Chemical Romance - Teenagers