What puts you in a good mood?

I’m in a very good mood today. I’m never sure why one day goes so well and other days just turn to emotional crap, when most of my days are on pretty much the same schedule.

I wake up, I try to get to the gym, I ride the bus, I go to work, I hate my job, I avoid doing my job, I surf the web, watch some YouTube, have my lunch, and get to my tasks at hand.

Granted, not all of my days are the same, but it seems that my moods have very little correlation to the events of the day. This is, I know, sounding a lot like a need for some psychotropic medication, or at least some counseling, but Britney, Lindsay, and Nichole have all of the good therapists tied up right now.

Does my mood correlate to the frequency of sex? I’ve had sex 3 times in the past 8 days, most recently last night, which is quite incredible for my wife and me. Perhaps there is a 24-hour grace period after really good sex that buoys up the spirits of all involved.

Does it correlate with my lunch date schedule? I had a great lunch with a friend of mine today and the best part was that she sent me an e-mail this morning saying, “See you in a few hours!” It was a short note, but it showed me that she was excited to get together, and that made me feel good about the whole thing. To top it off, we had a good meal, fun conversation, some laughter, some physical contact that feels like bonding, and we got out on time.

I don’t follow any professional sports teams very closely, so I really don’t care what happens over the weekend on ESPN. I watch to see what’s going on so I don’t sound like an idiot when my friends talk about their teams, so I don’t think sports is it.

Maybe it’s all related to blood sugar. I had a good, healthy day of eating yesterday, and I’m back on “Points” (Weight Watchers lingo) and feeling as if I’m on the right track.

Maybe it’s because my boss doesn’t call, or write, or e-mail, but every time she does, my blood pressure spikes and it’s sure to put a damper on the rest of the day.

I’m not sure what puts me in such a good mood some days and why other days are just one big funk. Perhaps I shouldn’t over analyze it on days like today when I’m feeling good. Perhaps I should just go home, have healthy snack, and have more sex. It might not work every time, but it’s certainly worth a try.

What do you think? What puts you in a good mood?

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning was very nice. The kids were watching TV and I was sleeping in. My wife surprised me by coming back in to the bedroom and locking the door behind her. We only lock the door for one reason.

She quickly stepped out of her pajama bottoms, crawled on the bed, and took me in her mouth. No kissing, no foreplay, just down to business and off to the races. It didn’t take me long to get my shirt off and, by the time I was naked, I was hard and she was crawling on top of me.

I couldn’t have her ½ dressed and me naked, so I reached inside her pajama top and lifted it off. Her breasts are beautiful, a bit softer after having 3 kids, but fantastic nipples and exquisitely soft skin.

The feeling of entering her is almost enough to make me cum, and sometimes she likes the ego trip of feeling me lose control so fast. But this time it was pounding she wanted and she spread her legs wide, forcing me in deep, and I started thrusting.

It was hard, and it was fast, and I came like crazy and locked her into a long deep kiss as my cock twitched inside of her.

As my senses returned I felt her pull off of me and slip back into her clothes, as a little boy knocked quietly on the door, and called out, "Mommy come, mommy come."

"I will soon." She said, and we both laughed as she opened to door and started the rest of our day.

Soon, but not now

Tonight is date night. The kids have piano lessons and we have a babysitter lined up for afterwards. While I hope the evening ends up with sex, duh, I’m hoping even more that we can make out for a while. I love making out. I like the slow build-up, the growing tension, the touching that goes on before the clothes come off. I like feeling her body through a tight pair of jeans, her breasts while still covered by the silky smooth bra.

I like it when she’s ready for me when it’s time, but I like getting her ready just as much. I like feeling my erection press against the inside of my jeans and strain against the fabric. I love the thrill of kissing her in public, and letting my had drift between her legs under the table at dinner. I like knowing that in a while, she’ll be on her knees in front of me, sucking me while her legs spread to allow her vibrator access.

I like knowing, as the cute waitress takes her order for Chicken Alfredo with Peas (her favorite), that her body, so demurely clad in our favorite upscale Italian bistro, will be hot and sweaty and wet within the hour. Does our chef know that his gelato will be melting down her nipples by the end of the evening?

Does the bakery chef realize that the bread sticks that he’s baking will be subject to her fellatio skills as soon as our waiter turns his back?

I like knowing that soon, soon, her legs will be wrapped around me tightly as she fingers herself to orgasm while I rock and thrust on top of her.

Soon, but not now, and that makes it all the better.

Question of the day – What do you fantasize about?

I’m not talking about a new job, or a better car, or the house in the hills. What do you think about when you are in the shower, or at the gym, or on your bike, or sitting in a long and boring meeting with the hottie from HR going on and on about your new benefits package

Do you think about porn starts and their ability to bend in every direction, swallow anything shot their way, and pound away at every hole without getting tired, tender, or sore?

Do you let your mind drift to TV and Movie stars that come into our living room each night and make us laugh and cry? Do we think about Jennifer Anniston, Salma Hayak, or Ali Larter?

Or do you think about the girls on the stairmaster you saw on the way into the gym, or the beautiful Indonesian girl that was walking toward campus with a book bag over her shoulder and a latte in the other hand. Maybe you can’t keep your mind off your girlfriend, your wife, or maybe even both of them finally meeting and letting you join in. Or maybe, it’s the beautiful paralegal on the 12^th floor that just won’t talk to you, but flashes you a smile that makes you blush.

Who do you fantasize about?

Question of the day #2 - Why do men cheat?

Why do men cheat?

Several years ago, I started straying from my marriage. At one level I don’t consider what I did “cheating” because there was no sex involved, but certainly some inappropriate touching, and I let her watch me masturbate on a number of occasions. She never touched me though, and on only one occasion, she allowed me to touch her, but that was through her sweat pants, albeit, very, very thin sweatpants, and it took place on the bus on the way to work.

Regardless of what did, or didn’t, happen, it was wrong and it was crossing the line, and it put my marriage at great risk.

Why did I do it?

I did it because of the attention she lavished on me. She was a friend at work, a cute, young secretary who had knack for bad relationships, and a taste for flirting. She started in the AP department but soon moved over to Accounting and worked under my counterpart. She dressed well, had fantastic hair, and a smile that was, to use a cliché, infectious. You couldn’t be in a bad mood when she was around.

And so, of course, I started flirting with her.

Innocent compliments turned into innuendo-filled conversations. A comment on her blouse transitioned into a comment about her bra. Spotting her gym bag led to a question about her Jacuzzi, and the sight of skin lotion delved into a discussion about back rubs, massage parlors, and “happy endings”.

Soon I started getting e-mails from her, asking if I was happy at home, or bored, or just restless. 30-minute lunches at Subway became 90-minute breaks in my office with foot rubs and teasing, and questions about her love life with other men. She dated a lot, and slept around a lot, but it all seemed so innocent because she really thought she was falling in love each time. In retrospect, it turned out to be a damaging cycle for her, but when I knew her, we couldn’t see that far into the future.

She would admit to me that while she had her legs spread of other men, that she was thinking about me. She said that her lips were wrapping around my cock when she was on her knees, and that every time she touched herself in the shower, she thought of me handing her the soap.

This is powerful, intoxicating stuff for a married buy approaching middle age with 2.4 kids at home and a wife who was beautiful, but very reserved, and reluctant to talk about anything sexual, once claiming that she couldn’t masturbate because she had no fantasies.

My friend’s compliments went far beyond the sensual. She noticed every time I got my haircut or wore a new shirt to work. She was the first to comment that I was losing weight and the last to bug me when I put some of it back on. She complimented my style when I did presentations at work, and even asked me to write her a short story based on a fantasy she once had. More than that, months later, I asked her about the story and if she liked it. She pulled it out of her purse and showed it to me, tattered and worn from repeated readings. I’ve never, ever, had a higher compliment than that.

I fell for her. I fell hard, and I started to pursue her because she paid attention to me and made me feel important. She noticed, she watched, and she cared enough to comment on it out loud. She didn’t just think, “Hmm, that’s a nice shirt.” She stopped me, got my attention, looked me straight in the eye, and with a smile, told me that I looked nice.

How was I to resist?

She knew that I liked lingerie so she got a Victoria’s Secret catalog and put post-it notes on her favorite outfits and told me to put a star on my favorite one. One week after I returned it to her, she came to my office dressed in a long, soft chamois-cloth skirt. She told me to sit on my hands. I did, and she turned around, lifted her skirt and showed me that she was wearing the set I had picked for her.

Later that night, just before 6:00 pm, a courier from her floor came to my office and handed me an envelope. Inside, pinned to a note that said, “I’m glad you liked them,” were the panties. In one gift, in one day, she had hit all of my buttons. She asked for my ideas, she paid attention to what I liked; she took action, and then shared it with me.

That hadn’t happened at home for years. I was hooked.

As weird as the relationship was, even as it fell apart, she never failed to make me feel important, sexy, and strong.

That is one reason why men cheat.

Question of the Day #1

When was the last time you saw another adult pee?
(Public bathrooms excluded)

I had an old girlfriend who loved to watch me pee. It was the weirdest thing. She'd come into the bathroom when ever she saw me standing and insist on holding my penis while I went. Sometimes she'd pinch it off to stop the flow, and sometimes she'd just giggle and and shake it, and use it for target practice. The shower was the same way. She never let me use the bathroom before we got in the shower together, she made me wait until the hot water was running and she'd ask me to go.

She never let me, or asked me, to pee on her, though once she got really quiet and put her hand in the stream and commented on how warm it was. After I was done, she pressed her hand against her cheek to feel it's warmth, and then slowly washed it off and acted as if nothing happened.

An odd thing about it, is that this kind of play never led to sex. Frequently we would have sex soon after, heck we were naked in the shower together, but her fascination with this didn't seem to be a catalyst in and of itself. Perhaps is was just a fascination with the physical act. She was the youngest of four girls and I'm sure she never saw her father naked her entire life, and maybe I was the first guy who would go along with it.

So answer the question above and let me know.....