Why can't I feel as much desire for my H as I do when I think of that OM grabbing my arm as I walk past him in the family room, throwing me over the side of the couch, and having his way with me, without saying a dammm word. That's not what a modern educated woman should liek, right? Welcome to my world. My H sure as heck can't figure me out.
Having tried several times to do this, I've run into a few snags...
The first, of course, is that she can read me far too well for me to surprise her at all. She knows, hours before the fact, what I'm planning to do to her. Well, not precisely what I'm planning to do to her, but she knows that I'm in the mood for loooove. She's not going to casually walk by me when we have the house to ourselves and be the least bit surprised when I grab her and bend her over the side of the couch. She'll know the minute she sees me on the couch that I'm waiting for her. She'll go along with it, of course, but it's not the same.
I've also tried teasing her... lightly touching her and making her wait for it, telling her "no, you can't have any". She rolls her eyes and knows exactly what I'm up to... the mystery and anticipation just isn't happening, and she finds it amusing more than anything.
Fortunately, she enjoys herself anyway. And she doesn't seem to need to be dominated or surprised to really get into it. But if she did, we'd have a real problem.
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.
