[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

With the busyness of the season I feel we may be slipping into our old ways. We both had an exhausting day yesterday. Me in the hay, her on the road. Finally in bed and too tired to relax and sleep.

It’s strange being too tired to sleep.

She asked what was wrong, I said I’m exhausted, horny, tense and my head hurts from equipment noise.

She pinched my nipple and said I should rub one out if it would help. So I did and it did help, slept a solid seven hours. Unheard of for me.

We probably need to reevaluate where we are and where we want to be.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I can sympathize.
I’ve worked overtime almost every single day since September last year so I’m tired down into my bones.
The kind of tired that doesn’t go away in a weekend off work, and I find that there’s times that I only want to sit in silence and look at nothing.
The only thing that brings me back to the world in those moments is Red. Her touch and voice.

You’re generous with your advice and life experience T&G so let me share what I know.
Lean on Mrs G and let her lead.
And if you find that you need to change anything then it’s worth it as long as you’re doing it together.

[Tongue+groove]

. Lean on Mrs G and let her lead.
And if you find that you need to change anything then it’s worth it as long as you’re doing it together.

Solid advice, thanks.

After my last post Mrs. G had made me breakfast. It was a massive bacon, egg and cheese bagel. I took the top half bagel off and told her it was too much. She said she would have it for her breakfast. Then she said, “I just want to make sure my man is properly fed.”

It’s times like this that I realize the struggles she sometimes has with controlling my sexual activity. She has always been wired to take care of my needs, she’s quite old school. It’s what motivates and rewards her. She’s one of these women who loves to cook all day just to watch others indulge themselves and clean it all up.

As I’m eating and pondering who she is she puts her barefoot and purple toenails on my thigh. She’s wiggling her toes and looking deep into my eyes.

Me. Be careful I might violate your foot.
Her. Don’t worry you’ll get your chance later. I’m sorry I was so tired last night. I don’t plan to be tonight so save your strength today.
Me. We were both tired and yes I’m just doing cleanup today at the new barn. Taking it a bit easy today.
Her. Good because when you’re done with me I may let you have my toes.

And so I sat there, pondering, do I really know who she is.

Theres a country song about how a woman is like a river. In general it talks about how sometimes it’s smooth and calm and other times it’s raging and un manageable. It bends and winds in ways that you can never see what the next meander has in store. To the navigator it’s unpredictable.

Yep, sounds like Mrs. G to me. And for some reason I love her this way. Unpredictability makes for a spicy life.

[Tongue+groove]

Ok so out of the clear blue. I come from the shower she grabs mr. Wanky and asks . And why isn’t this locked up. Because I’ve been on trusses and in excessive heat. I reply.

Well that’s all over now she says . Then lock him up she says.

And all,of a sudden she says I must answer her with “my love” attached to all addresses.

So it’s yes my love, no my love, anything you say my love.

Ultimately I’m locked again and it feels amazing, my fear is that she is needing a good ole fashioned pleasuring. It looks as if I’m back on track with being needy again. Mr. T looks to be busy while mr. Wanky goes a wanting.

It’s a damn good life.