But we ate no pizza. And we were BOTH very surprised by how tasty and well made everything was. In the past, Pizza Hut wasn't the kind of establishment anyone went to if they wanted to eat real food.
I might have to pull it out of the "never" box and put it in the "perfectly good dinner venue" box.
We ate a chicken salad...
and calamari rings...
... and meatballs with cheese and tomato sauce...
which was so pretty bubbling in the pan that I took a video.
Preprandial reading for BIKSS was 4.7 that night.
Postprandial was 6.5.
We are both ecstatic! Me more than him, possibly. I'm so so super proud of the hard work he's put in over the last 30 days!
Now we'll just have to stick to this for another month or two, and then I think if everything is stable he can ease up slowly.
My boss suggested testing his pancreas function by letting him have a meal of pancakes. HA! NO. Not in the next 6 months anyway. I doubt one's ill pancreas can bounce back to normal within just a couple of months. So that's a definite maybe but not anytime soon. We'll have to see how it goes in the meantime.
He has been trying to walk a bit more too, especially after meals.. so that might be contributing to the better glucose management as well.
Then we ALMOST didn't have sex. But we did.
I was upset that these days by the time dinners are over and groceries are bought, it's usually late-ish when he comes back to my place.
And since I'm used to long 2-hour work-me-up sessions (plus the perimenopause, plus the lack of spanking...) it feels very "rushed" for me and I guess part of me stresses that I can't get into it *enough* and that makes things worse you know? Yes. You know.
Anyway, we did. Cos eventually I threw a 'faux' fit, more like a lament... and grabbed the blankie and pulled it over my face while I whined.
Which somehow signaled to him that he should pull off my undies and start licking my girlie bits. Ok, I'm not sure how MUCH that got me going, but it got me going enough.
Midway through fucking he announced he would be quite happy to put Roger in my mouth and cum there. That suited me just fine.
He pulled out, got up to my face, started fucking my mouth, and I felt the cum flow down my throat.
So when he announced "Well I guess that didn't work" I was really surprised.
Did you not just cum? I thought. He went back to pussy and started pumping away... but um, there was no cum to be had.
That's when I told him I tasted him earlier, and felt the cum flow down my throat, when he was fucking my mouth.
He stopped, perplexed, cos it wasn't his usual type of cum, and so he wasn't sure cos he didn't feel the jerky spasms, and well, it was all down my hatch so he didn't see any evidence of it either did he?
"I can still taste you in the back of my mouth, if you wanna try and see if you can taste yourself you could kiss me and stick your tongue as far in as it will go... "
He actually took me up on that offer.
No. He didn't taste himself in my mouth. I guess it was really far far back!
But what a strange sexcounter that was for both of us!