Sunday Sacrilege - Who knows?

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Someone teased me about using too many naked nuns, but who could resist this one, and besides, I wanted to lighten the mood.


It's no secret I fantasize about the women I go to church with.  I wonder what they are like in bed, do the swallow and do they moan?


Is K as sexy as I hope she is or does she bitch about his technique like she complains about his job?


Is C the quiet girl at home, or does she spread those beautiful cheeks and beg to fucked in the ass, "Come on Mickey, you know you like it!"

And what about the pastor's wife?  With 6 kids she's got to like it a little, does her squirrly little laugh make him hard as she giggles and jiggles on top of him?


What are these women like.  JC is probably frigid, that's why R is so depressed, or maybe she's the Domme that no one suspects.  After all, she does have a thing for black leather boots.  And what about J?  Pudgy, funny, always smiling, dressing clothes a little too tight, but always, always holding her husband's hand and laughing.  Maybe she's the best lay of all, because she's happy.  




Who knows?  I don't, but I'm dying to find out.

be happier in the waiting.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and so does our mind.  We try to fill in the gaps with and explanation before one is even needed, and the immediacy of the Internet makes things worse.  We expect our "other" to be on-line and available all the time.  ALL the time, and when minutes, hours, or, heaven forbid, days go by, we assume the worst and we take that pre-emptive strike.    I'm old enough to remember writing letters, sending them off, and having to wait days for a phone call in return.  We've trained ourselves to expect NOW to be 10 seconds ago.  It's not good for any of us, so we are certainly with you in your worries, but I think we all need to relax a bit, and try to be happier in the waiting.


 I wrote this in response to a post by Luna Moon and I've been thinking about it more since then.

To be happy in the waiting.
To be confident in the silence.
To be content in knowing that we are loved and that we love in return.

It is hard to do in our digital age.  Politicians rise and fall minute by minute as fickle voters give them "Thumbs up" or "Thumbs Down" based on a zinger over health care, or a stupid statement over immigration.  Lovers come and go based on a good e-mail, a well chosen picture, or a poorly worded tweet.

Really?  did she just say what I thought she said?  She it out!  That bitch!  Oh, wait, you meant that "A storm is brewing was about the weather?  Oh, shit, I'm sorry.....Come back!  Damn, Oh well, who's next?

We fall in and out of infatuation too easily, too quickly in both directions, we are unhappy in the waiting.  I track 4 time zones on my phone in addition to the US zones that are readily recalled. I know when my "others" are awake and "should be" on-line to read my e-mails.  And 2 hours later, with no response, my thoughts race to explain, until I realize she turns off her phone at work or her hands are covered in paint, or the hospital doesn't allow cell phones because it makes patients explode.  Then I start tracking quitting time, and heaven help you if you go out to dinner with your husband and ignore ME for another hour, and damn why can't you play, where is everyone?????

We are impatient in the waiting  Test results take days, and we want our bad news in minutes.  We listen to the soundbite, but not the argument, we look for the zinger, but not the conclusion, we think mottoes are too long and bumper stickers could use some serious editing.

A friend is on hiatus from the Internet and it has taught me a lesson.  Write, wait, do something else, and then smile when her name appears.  She's still out there, she is still my friend, but her real life, her physical life, comes first, and that is a good thing.

As I have been home and not at my desk with a locked door for 8 hours, I learning patience, to turn off my phone and leave it off.  My friends are still there, being cute, losing weight, acting sexy, writing smut, making me cum, helping me smile.  I am finding joy in the waiting, because I know you are out there, waiting for me too.

Sex is important, right?

I am finding it more and more frustrating when people discounts the importance of sex in our lives.  I'm not talking about the "I'm so horny I could burst" importance, which is important, but the fundamental role that sex plays in our lives.  Every time I open blogger I read stories of passion and heartache over the role that sex, attraction, desire, release, and need play in our lives.

Some people have husbands that aren't interested, others have spouses that are cheating, or they are cheating themselves, some want spankings while others want intimacy.  Some want bondage and leather, while others want variety and group involvement.  The disjointed relationships make for interesting reading but they all point to our inability to honestly deal with the topic.  How nice it would be to bring up sexuality as we drive down the road or go shopping or chat over the phone during work.

"Honey, I enjoyed the sex last night, but I didn't cum and I want to take more time for myself tonight.  Maybe we could fuck after dropping the girls off at the church dance."

"Dear, how about we talk to the Andersons and see if they'd like to have sex with us next weekend.  I know you enjoy working with her in the PTA."

"Janice, I've noticed you looking bored during sex, how about some new toys or some pain play, and oh, yes, your Mom called and she's coming over for dinner on Sunday."

Instead we get so uptight, we deny that it's important, we pull back and censor ourselves again and again.  One of the reasons yesterday was so good for me was that I held my ground and asked for outdoor sex.  most of the time we hide our needs, we close our mouths and we put up with less than we want.

I want to be able to talk about sex with my friends from church without being labeled a pervert.  I want to understand the challenges that Mike and Daryl and Tony are facing withing them thinking I want to fuck them or their wives (even though Mike's wife is on the list).  I want parents and teachers and doctors to be able to say what needs to be said.

My wife and I struggle with this like most couples, but we are getting better.  I want her to express her desire more freely, and I want to be able to ask for things without being judged.  I don't expect her to agree to every request, but the conversation itself shouldn't be taboo.

"Dear, a few years ago we had anal and you came really hard and I loved the experience, can we try it again?"  Why is the question itself off-limits?

"You know I like it when you play with my nipples, I want you to be rougher with me, don't be afraid, I'll tell you if it's too much."

"Yes, I want to tie you to the headboard, the thought arouses me a great deal."

We need to be able to talk!!

This was all sparked by a great article that I've linked to below.  I think you'll enjoy it.

http://thechart.blogs.cnn.com/2012/01/27/why-i-orgasmed-in-an-mri-scanner/?hpt=hp_c2

How can the study of human sexuality be considered useless? This is something that is prevalent in each and every one of our lives. When we’re not having sex, we’re talking about it. When we’re not talking about it, we’re thinking about it. And when we’re not thinking about it, we worry that something is wrong with us.

Sex is a primary source of human motivation and can change the way we act and the way we feel in quite dramatic ways. And this isn’t something that occurs solely in the privacy of our bedrooms: You see sex at play in advertising and marketing, in problems in the work place, in self-esteem and identity, in pleasure and reward, and also in the spread of sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies.