Le Petit Morte

Sometimes I write things, bedroom things, and fret about whether or not it is realistic, believable, or even humanly possible.

And then my husband goes and validates what I've written about, or even surpasses it.

I am one very lucky woman. 

Suffice it to say that last night was motherfucking out of this world.

Thanks, honey, for making my fiction seem tame :)

Lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove.

Hottest part?  I promised I'd tell you all this-- we had to be silent because eric was asleep in the loft.

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YUP.

naughty. 

Probably we should try harder to be appropriate and grown up...

No.  I really would not change last night for anything in the world.

*amazingly contented sigh*

Cutest part?  After all was said and done (and done and done and done--for real), And I finally came back to my senses and was able to think straight and breathe right and calm the fuck down?  We're cuddling and I'm thanking him like a million billion times and he smiles and goes:  "Was that in your book?"  meaning the SHE COMES FIRST book, which he has been eyeing sideways and glaring at from time to time while I read it.

Like he's jealous of this sex book and wanted to prove that he doesn't need a manual or guide to giving me pleasure.  Wild. 

And I can't really argue with facts, now can I?  It was like proving to the professor that you didn't need to study to pass a test. 

I explained to him that I was enjoying reading the book because it makes me feel empowered.  I'm learning so much about my own body and the functions that go into female arousal and all sorts of amazing things about the female capacity for pleasure.  besides, he knows I want to eat pussy, and so if I get the chance I want to be SUPER WELL PREPARED!  Because, I mean, come on!  I fingered a girl once and I was so fucking nervous and terrified that it.. well... it wasn't my best work, and I still carry that shame and regret around with me to this day!!

So next time, if there is a next time, I want to be able to be wonderful and make her feel amazing and well serviced.

So anyway, back to the present; I am a happy camper!  I feel like a goddess more and more, little by little every day.  And last night I fucking touched the stars, I swear, and it was so powerful, so intimate, so transcendent, so intense--- all I can say about my trashy beach fiction is: you ain't got nothin' on us.

;)