Dream and Embarassment

Dream: I was back in highschool and I was sitting in my physics class. I don't know why THAT particular class, but I like physics. So I'm sitting there and the teacher's talking...and talking...and talking... Yeah, REAL fun dream so far. Then all of a sudden the girl behind me leans forward, reaches around me, and starts playing with my balls through my shorts. I know, the.. hehe... physics of that don't make it very likely, but it's my dream damnit and I can do what I want :-D. We're in the very back and no on'e paying attention to us, so she slides her hand in and REALLY starts going to town with my nuts. Now I know who this girl is, and sufficed to say I had a MAJOR crush on her. Within no time I'm completely hard. I'm not going to lie and say I've got a 9" cock. I don't. It's a nice 6.5" (depending on how horny I am). So she's stroking away on me and I'm seriously enjoying it. I'm completely out through my zipper and NO ONE seems to notice. Even in my dream I thought it was a bit weird lol. I'm just about to cum and the teacher suddenly says, "Jack, would you come up to the board and give us the equation for finding velocity?" Well right then I exploded and my spunk hit the girl in front of me in the back of the head. She turned around and got another volley across her nose (another girl I had a crush on). The girl stroking me gave me a few more strokes until I was just about soft, then tucked me back in and I zipped up and went up to the board. Then I woke up. The end.

Embarassment: Apparently.... I had been making some pretty vigorous hip movements during this dream, and Vanessa woke up. She's my wife in case you haven't ready any other posts. What'd she do? Watched me. Now this dream was one of the ultra-realistic kind. Where you can feel every single detail, almost better than you can in real life. So needless to say, my dick was sticking out of the top of my shorts (I usually sleep in just shorts) and the rubbing action of the underside of my shaft against the waistband must have felt pretty good because I came in real life too. I don't know if it coincided with the dream or not, but I woke up and she was siting cross-legged beside me, just staring at me. Not even playing with herself, just staring at me. Now any guy reading this has probably had a dream or two like that, and normally it's not a problem. But it was VERY VERY VERY embarassing to have her watch me, AND then not break the tension with something like "good job!" or "that was hot" or "I'll have what he's having"... So I just kind of crawled out of bed and slinked to the shower. She wasn't embarassed and we continued our normal morning routine, but man was I red.

Too much info?

How much is too much? That's a life-long questions isn't it. Should I really eat that last canoli? Will I get a ticket if I go another 5mph? What do you, the reader, want to know? Are there things you DON'T want to know? Can I share too much? For exmaple, we had sex last night. That, in itself, isn't too much info I think. But I also had trouble "performing"... is that too much? I was really tired (read my previous post) and mentally I wanted to fool around, but physically I just wanted to sleep. I did manage to convince my betraying parts to cooperate long enough to have some fun, but it was still a bit embarassing. Luckily my wife understood. We've had past conversations about how I feel when I'm tired and the differences in being mentally "into it" and being physically "into it". Like saying ," my god that steak looks good, but I don't think I can eat 120 ounces of meat." Three orgasms for her is still good though, right? Did I mention I love giving oral sex? Back to work!

Drained

And not in a good way. It's been hell today. Apparently last night I led Vanessa on and she was a little annoyed that I was tired at midnight. I get up at 7am, work all day, come home and have to do chores that aren't done (dishes, laundry, cleaning...) and then I'm tired. I'm sorry I'm human. At 6 or 7pm I AM ready to have sex, but past 11pm I GET TIRED. Today has just been NUTS and I feel like I've got nothing left in the tank. My head's down, I'm sluggish, and people keep coming up to me with problems. I like solving problems, but I really need a cattle prod to keep people away sometimes. I know no one reads this, but I like imagining that someone does lol.  Well I'm going to bang my head on the desk. Bye.

The Morning After

So I had a pretty good morning. I had planned all day Sunday to have sex with Vanessa that night. I made sure she knew about it and we had a few "previews" of things to come during the day. So I definitely didn't spring the idea on her. So we went up to our room around 11:45pm and she declared that she didn't want to have sex. Well I don't pressure so I said "OK".If she doesn't want to get boned, I'm not going to try. My logic was that she knew I wanted to have sex, knew it VERY well, and make it equally clear that she didn't want to anymore. It's not like she says that every single night just so I know.

So she got in the shower and I trimmed my beard. I asked her if I could get in to wash off when she was about done; which I did. I'm standing there washing off and she says, "you know, even if I say I don't want to have sex, it'd be nice for you to try anyway." What? Did I hear that right? Did you just say you didn't want to have sex, but you wanted me to try to have sex with you? What? You want me to set myself up for failure? So we had another talk about that. Well, not really about that. We ended up talking about some other things and she got pretty damn horny lol. So it was a good night ;-) and a good morning.

Round 2

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Talk the talk

Vanessa and I saw a couple movies last night and ended up having a long conversation. It was a good one though. I mentioned before that I had some odd likes; well we talked about one in particular. I like la'ctation. No, I don't have ANY fantasy about being a baby. I don't find that appealing at ALL. But I DO like milk. I don't really know why, I just love the idea. I'd managed to try it a very little bit with a previous g/f (another story), and my wife knew about it but had always been reluctant. Luckily she never called me a freak or anything like that. Apparently my drinking milk from her isn't as bad as wanting to wash her lol. She seemed pretty open to the idea actually and we talked about some of the drawbacks of our "plan". When I know more, I'll share it.

It turned out that she's always felt that everything new I tell her about me is leading up to something really bad. Like I'm seeing how much she can take and then upping the ante. Talk about a surprise for me! I mean I suppose the biggest thing I'd told her about so far are my bi experiences (yet another story)... Well, more later.

Bad Morning

So today was a bad morning. My wife, Vanessa, and I had a little conversation last night. Anyone that's married know how nighttime conversations can go. You've got two choices. They can either end up with you having sex, or end up with you pissed off. We didn't have sex. Can you ess which choice happened? I bet you can.... Two nights ago I indicated that I wanted to have sex last night. We didn't do it two nights ago because she complained about not being cleean and neededing to take a shower and she didn't feel like doing that at 11:30 at night. No problem, I can wait, I'm a patient man. We've also been having a problem with the drain in our bathtub clogging up; so she wanted to take care of that before she took a shower. Actually, I think her exact words were, "I'm not taking a shower in that goddamn bathroom until you fix the fucking drain." Lovely. So at 11pm last night we fixed the drain.

Little backstory. I'm affectionate and can be very touchy-feely at times. So I came home yesterday and asked her if she had taken that shower yet. She said no of course. Then I made the semi-mistake of telling her that I had been day-dreaming quite a bit about washing her. Am I the only one that thinks it's fun and intimate to wash your spouse??? Her reaction was, and I quote, "oh gross!" Now I have some....unusual....desires in the bedroom. Well, maybe not that unusual but I consider them a bit out of the ordinary. And it does take a lot of trust for me to actually verbalize these desires to my partner without fearing that they'll be disgusted or grossed out. So to hear, "oh gross!"? Yeah I wasn't really happy the rest of the night. It's not like she hasn't heard a million times about how I feel about reactions. If you don't like soemthing, find a better way to say it than "gross". "Gross" makes me NOT want to tell you anything again. Why would I want to constantly feel like I'm some kind of freak to someone? Does anyone else not say things about themselves for fear of how someone they care about will react? I can't be the only one.

So we went to bed pissed off and honestly, I just don't have much energy anymore for trying to make things right before we sleep. I'm a compromiser. I like veryone to be happy and I expect people to act like goddamn adults and deal with things. I was just too tired to try to make an effort at "soothing" her when I felt like it was her fault to begin with.

So it was a bad morning.