5 posts tagged “shower sex”

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

This whole "boyfriend' thing is hitting me completely differently than I thought it would.  Due to the fact that the T and I were basically a couple in pretty much every way except for title I figured nothing would really change after adding a label.  And though nothing really has changed (in 24 hours since having the conversation) I've been really giddy today.  In a way that I'm almost embarrassed to admit.  I think I told my coworkers about 20 times that I have a boyfriend. 

I was at work today, ringing up an order and I got the wooglies* while thinking about the shower sex that was had last night.  I haven't had wooglies in FOREVER.  Since I was last in a relationship.  I've actually kind of wondered about that over the years because I've had some amazing sex over the years and then when thinking about it... it's always a nice thought but no involuntary reactions.  Then, today, out of the blue... BAM (in a strictly non Emeril fashion) the wooglies hit.  Why?  Because we've labeled ourselves?  That sounds silly.  Whatever it is... the wooglies gotta keep up because they totally fucking rock!!

And now I need to go find music and jump in the shower because I have 20 minutes to take my weekly long-ass shower... which I've skipped two weeks in a row.  (I need to shave like a mutha fuckah.)

Oh yeah... it TOTALLY amazes me that my coworker, the 19 year old supervisor, has no period related crap that comes with her period..  She and I started on the same day (yesterday) and she's got no crazy mood swings or cramps or anything.  All last week I fucking hated everyone, yesterday I was convinced everyone hated me AND I'm more or less convinced that my uterus is going to fall out at some point because of the insanely bad cramps I've had today.  I hate her.  (Kidding.)

*What I mean by wooglies is when thinking about a sexual encounter you re-live a certain moment of it, whether it be a kiss, a touch, a look whatever and it transports you for a second back to that encounter.  You get that fluttery tummy/goose bumpy feeling.  It fucking rocks.

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After 7 months of dancing around questions that involve me having a boyfriend and trying to explain the relationship between the Terrorist and I (anything from friendly fuckers, to the dude I've been doing for awhile, to my "Gentleman Friend.")
I got home and got a text from him saying we needed to talk.  I had a feeling I knew the direction this talk would take but I wasn't sure so I steeled myself for the worst and headed up there. 
Apparently, he's been in the same boat that I have been and the extreme non-labeledness of our "thing" has been getting to him. 
The difference between he and I... he's got the balls to actually bring it up. 

So we talked and now... I have a boyfriend!!!  Hehe.  
Then we consummated it in the shower!!  Which was another first for me... the first time I've had shower sex twice in a week and the first time I've had sex while bleeding.  Exciting.

Now I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed not watch Love & Sex (because I'm too tired not because I don't have it) and pass the fuck out.

It's my Monday and oh man, does it feel like a Monday.  Waking up was anything but easy... but I just have to make it through today then I can go home and sleeeeeeeep!!  No kid care tomorrow and unless there are bombs going off in the bed I'm not getting up before.. 10a or 11a.

It's getting fucking hot.  And it's only going to get hotter.  The Terrorist has a great little place but it's an upstairs apartment with an A frame and all the heat just collects here.  At least I'm hear during the cooler parts of the day.  When he gets home from work it's like a fucking sauna.  I came over last night around 7p to watch Ratatouille, it was crazy hot and by that time it had cooled off a bit!! 
Ugh.
I think little T and I are going to pack it up and head over to my house.  I think homemade play-dough is on the agenda for the day.  He really loved playing with the pizza dough.  I was kind of thinking about making a batch of pizza dough just so we could practice spinning it.... 'cause we both suck at it.  Him more so than me but given the fact that he's 9 I guess I shouldn't use that as an ego boost.  We both had a lot of fun with it on Wednesday, though I think it's too involved for today.  Play-dough is easy and maybe we can make some magnets or something.  We can paint them next week. 
Jesus, when did I become super nanny?
Doing art's & crafts with the kid. 
Fuck.

This weekend (my two days off Wednesday/Thursday) has been a weekend of firsts for me.  I did a lot of things over the past two days that I'd never done before.  Things such as...

• Making pizza with the kid
• Attempting to spin pizza dough.
• Playing Mag Blast (that game is complex, yet oddly addictive.)
• Showering with someone.
• Having shower sex.
• Watching the Ghost in the Shell
• Going to Movie Madness (Movie Madness is an independent type movie store... they have EVERYTHING, I even found a copy of Love & Sex!!  The T is pirating it for me and I'm going to watch it, hopefully, this weekend, if not sometime very soon.  This movie breaks my heart and then mends it up and makes me believe that happily ever after isn't such an impossible concept... if you're willing to tough it out.)
• Seriously contemplated the possibility of living with Big and Little T.  (That is, if Ms. Lesley moves out, which, I really hope she doesn't because that would be a bad idea I think.  I just wish she could learn from my mistakes.)
• The first time I had sex with a minor 30 feet away (in another room, sound alseep.)
• It was also the first time I've slept (as in snoring, drooling unconscious... not that I snore or drool) with someone in ... too fucking long.
• I GOT BONED ON THE MAGICAL BED!!!*  Though I can't speak with absolute certainty, I'm pretty sure it's the best sex that's taken place on that bed!  So far I've gotten my room, Lesley's Room, the Bathroom... just gotta get the living-room/couch and the kitchen and it'll be time to move.  :-)  Kidding.... Maybe. 
  

I'm pretty sure there's more (maybe) but the kid is floating around and I don't need him to see this.  Plus... I'm tired of typing.  :-)

* Yes, the magical bed is my roommates bed.  Yes I had sex on my roommates bed while she's on vacation from her vacation.  (Original vacation was to Singapore... vacation from vacation... Malaysia)  not the coolest thing ever, I know (also not the first time I've done it... Thanks Nate.)  Lesley gave me permission though!!! 

Just under two months ago Qanzas sent me a bunch of questions which were basically a chain letter type thing.  I LOVE THESE!  I'm uber addicted to the surveys on myspace and actually fear I might loose friends because I fill out so many of them.

Anyway, I was busy and with a spotty Internet connection at home I kept forgetting to fill it out and pass it on, until today!  I'm hoping that this will somehow get me better acquainted with some of my Vox friends.  Randomly people add me to there neighborhoods (and I add them back) but I have a tendency to just read and not actually comment or interact with them in anyway. 

And here we go........

1. I can’t believe I’ve never…

Sky dived.  Learned to surf when I was in Hawaii for 5 months.  Been out of North America.  Have had shower sex.

I have been part of far to many embarrassing moments for me to even thing about narrowing this one down to one specific occurrence. 

3. I wish I’d …when I had the chance.
Went to NYC with Matty.  Free hotel, free food and nothing to do but hang around NYC for a week.  Would have had to crap out on my 2 weeks notice at work though.  I was to responsible. 

4. I’ve never felt so out of place as when I…
...go to Styxx with Nathan.  I hate that place.  Or when I'm a hair model for Shaz-a-fraz and I'm surrounded by 19  year old twits at Toni & Guy.

5. … is my guiltiest pleasure.
Sitting in front of the computer/tv all day and not doing shit!  Or skipping work and going to the beach.

6. I hope … knows how grateful I am for …
My dad and Lesley.  My dad... is an interesting man.  Republican to the core.  Which has caused many disagreements between us over the years.  At some point I think we agreed to disagree and not talk politics.  The other he gets the more laid back he gets.  In the past year has helped me out sooo much, giving me his car was just the tip of it.  Lesley...  Has covered my ass so many times.  Starting before I went to Hawaii.  Without her I never would have made it.  I would have had to much stuff to take care of or things to do or just generally been freaking out.  Since then she's always there for me whenever I need her. 

7. In my darkest hours, I secretly blame … for my dysfunction.
I haven't had any really dark hours recently.  In the past there are many times that I have blamed my stepped for my dysfunction.

8. … changed my life forever.
Moving to Oregon.