Trying to Relax

     You might have noticed, I haven't really posted anything recently (or maybe you didn't notice, but I'll tell you, that I have not posted anything recently). This is due to the fact that I ended up working a ton of hours at my boring day job last week. And even though it is my boring day job and I don't want to be stuck there forever and it is by no means a career, it still gets me stressed out from time to time. Pile that on top of a summer holiday that brings in a lot of foot traffic to this fine retail establishment, and I was ready to tear my hair out from the stress and the lack of sleep.

     Friday came and the bulk of the week was done, I only had to get through Saturday and then I would finally have a day off. We had plans to go to dinner with some friends and my brother-in-law, but it was still early so my husband suggested that I go take a nap. I was just so tired and worn out that this seemed like a good idea.

     I ended up lying there for the better part of an hour wide awake (and really only stayed in bed that long because my one cat was tucked in so tightly next to me, snoring away so happily, that I felt bad moving him). The whole time I am lying there I am just thinking about sex. Sex in a book I happened to be reading, sex with my husband, fantasy sex that I was just creating in my head. I don't know why, but this is what I was stuck on thinking. I was getting hornier and hornier. I could hear my husband in the other bedroom typing on his laptop and I kept trying to send him telepathic messages to come join me in bed (strangely he never gets them, I think we need to have our connection cleaned out).

     Eventually I have myself worked up into such a frustrated state that I need to do something about this. I stomp out of the bedroom and across the hall, stepping into the doorway I announce “I can't sleep, I'm too horny.” (Seduction skills at their finest, go on, take some notes.)

     My husbands eyes snap up from his laptop and he gives me an “Ooookaaay.” (I'm sure his drawn out response was buying him time in trying to figure out how to handle the crazy lady with the disheveled hair in her ultra sexy too big t-shirt and holey lounge pants demanding sex.)

     We have a quick debate:

     Him: We don't have much time.

     Me: We can be quick!

     Him: My brother's meeting us here, like soon.

     At my frustrated groan he calls his brother and tells him we'll pick him up instead, do not come over. (Seriously, I love my husband.)

We decide we are going to take a shower. So we make it into the bathroom, but never into the shower. Our clothes are off at record speed (I promised to be quick!), and he has me smashed up against the bathroom door. There's lots of stroking and tweaking and hair pulling. It's all happening so quickly, and I had myself so torqued up already, that I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin.

     My husband gets down on his knees in front of me to give me a little oral action (have I mentioned how much I love him?) but he puts his hand between my legs and I let out an “Ahhh!” and clamp my thighs shut around his hand. He looks up at me in surprise and I start laughing uncontrollably. This has happened before, not often, but from time to time. I can't even really explain it except that it feels like too much too soon. I know, I was super horny, I wanted this, I wanted his hands all over me, and then they were and it was like sensory overload. I end up shoving him away and laughing.

Here is my reason for this post. Am I alone in this? Does this happen to anyone else? Should I be chalking it up to the exhaustion and the stress?

     Not to leave you hanging. Thankfully my husband was undeterred (I guess he's used to my crazy). He kept it above the belt for a little bit, and gave me a few well placed slaps, before making his way back down, and it was amazing to say the least. And I returned the favor (I'm all for equality) and even figured out a new little trick with my tongue that had him losing his mind (I don't mean to sound braggy, I was quite proud of myself, and let's be real I probably picked it up from some smut book I was reading).

     Later on I apologized for my reaction (and you know, almost crushing his hand in between my legs). He kind of shrugged it off and said “I just take it as you're not ready yet and I go back to the beginning.” Very insightful of him. Any other insights? Feel free to tell me I'm just a headcase, its nothing I don't already know.