...Two for the Show

So two days until 'we' as a nation consume more food in a 24 hour period than could feed a moderately sized African nation! Sheesh...we're such glutons. But hey, I'll be right in the middle of it so have been hitting the gym hard and, regularly. When you're my age, it's a good day if you can do more than walk to the toilet!

Although I've always been full of hope, how different this year is than last year at this time. Ah yes, the eternal optimist! You reap what you sow...how TRUE is that old adage? At a time when I decided that was it for me and I was convinced I'd die an old wrinkled crone in some one room 6th floor, walk-up, STILL living with my sister and raising cats and piles of old newpapers and magazines, here I am not a year later, starting a new life with my sweetie, James. I look at him sometimes when I'm sure he doesn't realize I'm watching, in one of his more pensive moments as he concentrates on the next 'cool thing to do'...yeah, he's a pretty intense guy which translates well in the bedroom...or living room carpet...or futon in my office...or...well, you get the point.

We'd both been in some sort of turmoil over the past week since I moved my load of crap into the Nook (derrrr...ya think? How traumatic is that?) And although the sex we have is great, since I was overly tired and James had this constant headache, our lovemaking was more of a mutual release than intimate. I was pretty beat out but, decided I'd have a little convo with James about slowing down. Hey, I realize that we're not all real spunky at the end of the day but due to our busy schedules and not much other time to devote to sex, when I let James know that I was feeling a bit rushed when we made love, he spent extra time on the foreplay. I mean, havin' a nice, hard cock in one of three orifices (and/or other things in the available orifices while the cock is in you...okay...well, you get it!) is WAY hot and with James, I get more than my fill but, hey, I want a nice slow build-up. James actually listened...who knew? Most of the men I'd been with just smiled politely and had some sort of vacant, 'no one's home' look in their eyes whenever we discussed the foreplay thingy...it's important AND something I'm totally okay with discussing.

Later, with my butt on the edge of the bed and my feet positioned against James' pecks as he stood in front of me, pushing my legs out further as he slowly slid his hard cock into my dripping pussy, then as I came - hard - he continued, fucking me faster, I thought, 'yeah, conversation is important.'