Remember how I said I got emo the other night? First of all, opening up the mailbox and finding all your comments with such lovely words really touched me. I'm so so grateful for the cyberfriendships I have with all of you.
Well the good news is that after all the blubbering, and trust me, there was blubbering that night, BIKSS came over on Monday night after his Zoom course (some office thing) even tho it was already past 9, and we had a lovely (almost normal) evening together.
Here's the funny thing tho, it was just the ONE tiny detail, but it mattered A LOT.
If you go away with nothing else after my post, remember this - Talk about the things that may seem ludicrous and stupid in your head. It might seem dumb and inconsequential, but sometimes it really does all just boil down to that one silly little thing.
You wanna know what I said during that blubbering session? It may seem weird and unrelated, but I think one of the reasons we weren't doing the deed is cos BIKSS has been flopping down the wrong way on my bed. Like this.
LOL. Let me explain.
Things that have changed recently : -
1-Less frequent meetups so longer talk-time during face to face dates.
2-Less texting cos I've been busier at my work (and attending to the mother in the afternoons or taking her out) and he's been busier at his new job. So more talking when we DO meet up (plus refer to point 1).
3-Less time at home to talk cos it's just weird for me to drag BIKSS into the room and hang out with him from 7 to midnight when the mum is RIGHT OUTSIDE in the living room. I live in an apartment, so it would seem funny. Like, oh hi mum, look who's here, don't mind us, we're just going to disappear into the room now. So, um, yeah. We ALWAYS eat out these days, whereas in the past we would eat at home, and the talking could start during dinner.
4-I mean, it's not that we don't talk during dinner when we eat out. BUT. It's harder to talk about... you know, intimate things, or play (touch, tease) with each other when out in public so there has been a significant reduction in talking about those kinds of things and connecting in that way. In order to dive into the fun / naughty / intimate talk and play, we would have to wait till we got home, which is about 2 hours later than pre-mother days (and pre-Covid days, for that matter).
5-According to BIKSS, because I'm so talky-talky (see points 1 and 2), when we DO get to escape into the room and be alone again, he feels like he needs to let me get all the talking out of my system and tell him all the stories and share with him all my news. It's kinda our thing. The "Oh you know what happened? Guess what I learnt? You won't believe what I saw! " and all that.
6-Also,when he used to come over for dinner at my place, I would have showered before he arrived. Now that we eat out, I need 15 mins extra for a shower when we get home. It's a thing. I can't come home and NOT shower.
7-Now with the blood sugar issue, we typically also have to watch the clock so that at the 1.5-hour mark we can do a finger-prick test. This makes it hard for us to get down to any boogie-ing cos no one enjoys a mid-fuck finger-prick right?
8-The result : when we get home after dinner, because we have to watch the clock... and he has to wait for me to shower... and he wants to let me finish telling him about all the goings-on of my last-few-days, because of all that (I assume he feels since there is some "waiting" to do), he tends to come into the room and flop ACROSS the bed, and not lie down the right way up. This makes it difficult for me to lie down with him and cuddle, as I'm terribly uncomfortable lying down across the bed (I mean, it's not like I have a king-sized setup or anything). So I typically sit cross-legged on the bed and face him while he sprawls. On his back. Facing the ceiling. Feet on the floor. Now how am I supposed to cuddle into that? I could lie on my back the same way but then we'd BOTH be looking at the ceiling. And I can't curl up into him lying on my side cos our shapes don't fit.
And before you all go screaming about why don't I just tell him, well here's the newsflash. I HAVE. A MILLION TIMES. HE KNOWS I HATE IT WHEN HE FLOPS ACROSS THE BED LIKE THAT. BECAUSE IT MEANS WE CAN'T CUDDLE!
Ahem. I didn't mean to scream with the caps. I apologise. Anyway...
What all this means is that our "let's cuddle and be intimate and that will get me into the mood" time is considerably shortened. I would have had a shower, come back to the room, waited for the right time to poke him and get his blood sugar reading (sometimes its finger poke THEN shower) - all this while not cuddling or hugging or touching because the man is lying down wrong.
And because he's a boy, he'll just attack my pussy or tits *whilst* we're talking - ok he's not talking, he does it when *I'M* talking - and that kinda makes me feel like a piece of meat, and no girl thinks that's romantic. I mean, I'm sitting up. You're lying on your back in bed. And I'm regaling you with stories of my day while we wait for 1030 so I can poke your finger, and your idea of getting romantic is to fiddle with my tit? So according to him, when he's initiated sex I've brushed him off and told him no. Well, ok. I suppose I have... perhaps instinctively even cos I don't actually remember doing so, but really, in my defence it's very piece-of-meat-esque. And again, this is not NEWS - I've told him before that it's a trigger (emotional baggage yada yada but it is what it is.. blame 18 year old me and the first boyfriend).
Add getting-older-stupid-hormones to the equation, and you have a good idea why I think we're doomed to never have sex again.
*****BUT*****
I know he's been making an effort - Zoom course means he can detour here for a bit after class, and on Monday the first thing he did when he got here was get into Daddy mode. I think it's been missing for a bit, or just not as obvious.
When he arrived I handed him a thing that I wasn't using that he said he could use at work, and said jokingly that it was the kind of gift littles give their daddies. He said "You know what else littles can give their daddies... a kiss. Right here." And we puckered up and got all kissy-kissy.
So I asked him all about his day and as he got into bed ("Look, see? I'm lying down the right way even.") he told me about his course and we chatted and cuddled and kissed and hugged and it was so so absolutely delicious that we could touch each other in all the right ways while still being able to talk about our day.
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It's a lot easier to get into the mood when we're both the right way up!
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I am also happy to announce that we had a yummy romp that evening. And everything flowed just the way it was supposed to. *Wink*