♀ & I had a shower together Sunday afternoon. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and one pit. She’s still very sore and has very limited mobility, but she was able to pull her arm away from her body far enough to allow me to rub some Polysporin on her rash. She was able to get dressed…well I had to do up her bra, but at least she wasn’t wearing pj’s. We managed to go for a stroll in the sunshine and went out for lunch.  We even had sex, though there was a ten hour break between her orgasm and mine.

 

After we got home from our walk and lunch I checked emails and cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to find ♀. She was on our bed (first time in a week) all propped up with pillows. She was naked from the waist down (her pussy really needs to be shaved), she was trying to get the angle with the bullet in her wrong hand and her favourite glass dildo was beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her inner thighs with the cool glass. It took awhile, but eventually she got the bullet where it needed to be and I started to tease her lips with the tip of the dildo.

 

 We both knew her excitement level would need to build to a point where it would over-ride her fear of what would happen when her muscles contracted during orgasm. There was no hurry. I gently caressed up and down her legs and across her belly and her moistening cunt slowly swallowed the bumpy glass shaft. It certainly wasn’t her biggest or longest orgasm ever, but at least she was able to have it. She was very achy afterwards. She took a T-3 and moved back to the couch with an ice pack.

 

Once she was sort of comfortable she told me to bring her the NJoy butt plug and she inserted it for me. She said I could get dressed pretty. I put on black silk stockings, black long-line bra with both inserts so I had really big boobs and a low cut purple dress. You know, I still feel guilt about getting dressed up, but I think it’s more because we can’t really go out and do anything if I’m dressed up. I don’t cross-dress to try and pass as female, I do it because I’m a sissy. So it’s fine to do when she’s not home and I’m doing house-work, but if she’s home we’re stuck. That will be one of the benefits of joining the Lounge.  Since we couldn’t go anywhere anyway I didn’t feel guilty. It was nice. We had delicious beef stroganoff, watched a couple of really stupid movies and just hung out.

 

♀ decided she wanted to try sleeping in our bed. So I got changed into a pink baby-doll with matching panties and after lots of trial and error we managed to get the pillows situated just right. I was laying beside her and she reached over and started playing with my nipples. I thought she was going to tell me to masturbate for her. She reached down and stroked my cock and in a quiet voice said, “if you promise not to hurt me, you can have sloppy-seconds Baby”.

 

We tried missionary first, but even gentle thrusting put too much downward pressure so I laid beside her. She had a leg over my hips so she had more control over my angle and depth. Being inside her for the first time in a week (the longest break in 8 years) and concentrating on not jostling her meant I didn’t last long…which was probaly a good thing. She’d given me permission to masturbate several times during the week, but I was only able to come once. I think I was just to stressed. 

 

Even with all that activity she only took about half of the pain medicine she had needed the days before so we were hopeful when we went to see her GP Monday morning. The doctor told us that there’s definitely calcium deposits in the joint, but the accute pain was most likely caused by a ligament tear in the rotator-cuff.  The shoulder is a very complicated joint and an injury can trigger spasms in any (or all) of  the six muscles and that can get really fucking painful. Apparently, injuries like this are common when we sleep because we’re not aware of our bodies and we can move past the ‘ouch’ point without knowing it.

 

So the doctor referred her to a physiotherapist who specializes in this sort of injury. From what she can see on the x-ray and the improvement in the past day, she’s cautiously optimistic that physio will do the trick. Her first appointment is next Monday and the doctor said she could try going back to work tomorrow.

 

Cross your fingers.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

It’s been kind of a weird week around here. Last weekend people were mowing their lawns (they do that here on the West Coast so they can phone their friends in Toronto to brag) and Wednesday it started snowing. Fortunately, I have temporary underground parking for my mini so it hasn’t been to bad.

 

♀ & I have been a little *off* this week. Nothing really serious, just not quite right. This working seven days a week is affecting her sense of haha. I’d like her to quit one of her jobs, but we’re liking the extra money and we have some big bills coming up this year. It looks like our holiday schedules are going to get all messed up as well and we’ll only get one week off together for the entire year. As it is we don’t get enough time together and knowing it isn’t going to get better anytime soon is making it tough.

 

In happier news, our friend C sent us the link to these very cool Pin-Up Girl Tote Bags. I think this is my favourite:

 

AAG wrote to me this week. She thought I might like this site. Like??!! OMG, I could Ok I did spend hours looking at all the pretty stuff here. I was allowed to masturbate 1 day this week and I fantasized about wearing these clothes. (I am such a sissy)

You don’t really expect me to pick a favourite, do you?  This isn’t neccesarily my fave, but I seriously LOVE this entire site. Just look at this:

 

Chelsea G. Summers has started blogging again and in a recent post she was talking about books she’s reading. One of the books she mentioned reminded me of an interview with Isabella RosselliniI heard on CBC last fall (the link is from Sundance Films not CBC) for a project she did called Green Porno. They are so much fun. My favourites are the ‘Snail’ and the ‘Praying Mantis’. What was your favourite?

 

I guess  that’s all for tonight.

 

Sleep well children.

 sss

ps: Go say ‘hi’ to O. A little bird told me she needs a hug.

Do you need some last minute Christmas gift ideas?

How about stained glass?

<click here to see the entire collection>

Or how about some sexy balls for your tree?

<Click here to see the rest of them>

Many thanks to C. for pointing them out to us!

Cheers,

sss & ♀

Six-Word Memoirs: The Legend

Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, <SMITH Magazine> re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

So here are a few I came up with…

Dad, Granny would have loved her.

Surprise! I’m a sissy, not gay.
Sweat Shop Sissy finds true love.
Sissy husband gives post-orgasm massage.
Husband, father, baker, sissy. Loser? Not!

What would yours be?

                                                   xoxoxoxo

I think this commercial first aired right around the time I bought my Mini…

♀ & I have sex in it a couple of times and it’s not the least comfortable vehicle I’ve ever had sex in (original VW Bug), but it’s sure not the most comfortable (1950 Dodge 3/4 ton truck with leather bench seat).  We didn’t have <this handy tutorial>, but we managed.

What’s the best/worst car you’ve ever had sex in?

Inquiring minds need to know.

Cheers,

sss

It’s been a good week for our little spot on the Internet:

We got another very nice review click here.

And a very nice email:   So how’s the new year treating you?  Have you and ♀ even come up for air yet?   heh heh heh   I swear I can practically smell the endorphins from down here in Oregon.  I’m jealous, you know!   I’d say that for an old married couple you do excellently in the marital bed department.  Hmmm, maybe I should amend that to read marital bed, couch, shower…..       The first/last time my husband and I pulled off a “3 times in a day” fuckfest was before we even got married, and I was living at home with my parents.  I’m 47 now so you can see that it’s been a while.  I still remember it though.  It was 105 F (I cheated and looked at an online conversion table so that’d be 40.5 C for you) degrees outside and that third time was on the living room floor.

We had a very quiet and relaxed holiday season.  Got together with friends and family and I even got to hold a baby.  That’s always a highlight if you ask me.  I love babies, they’re so basic in their needs.  What’s even better, now that I’m older, is other people’s babies.  Hold them, cuddle them, then say goodbye and get a good night’s sleep.

I’m out of poof here so it’s time to change gears.  Keep up the good work (yeah, you know what I mean!).  I really enjoy reading your blog — nice pics too — and it gives me a definite jump start in the arousal department so thanks for that.

Cheers,
C.
PS — I’m still jealous.   lol

Last night, we found a stripper bar 15 minutes from home that we didn’t even know was there. Really, it hardly seems possible. We rarely bother to go anymore because they’re  all so far away. We were coming home from dinner and I noticed a little ‘Show-Lounge’ sign. So we stopped to check it out and low and behold, there was a naked girl on stage when we walked in. ♀ got so excited, she grabbed two seats right on gynecological row. I love going to see peelers with her. She’s the one throwing bills on stage and we always seem to get a little extra attention.

The last show we saw started while I was in the washroom and when she was finished, she came over to where we were sitting. She asked if we were married. We said ‘yes’. She asked how long. We told her coming up to fours years, but we’ve been together for just over six. She said when I walked back from the washroom , ♀ face lit up like a Christmas tree. She said it was so nice to see a couple so in love she just had to come over and tell us. Isn’t that amazing that total strangers can see it (But most of her family can’t)? She said it was her last dance of the night and she was going for take-out so we invited her over for a home-cooked meal and a pedicure, but she declined…I think she thought we were kidding.

You might be surprised why I started writing this blog. I am not by nature a very positive person. I’m moody. I’ve struggled with depression for…well…forever. I’m a difficult person to get to know. I offend people all the time, often by saying the most inappropriate things at the absolute wrong time. I can’t even begin to tell you all the bizarre shit that has spilled out of me that has pushed away really nice and decent people. I also have a knack for saying things that need to be said that no one else will, but that doesn’t win me any popularity contests.

But the thing that screws me up the most is I get stuck in my head. What I mean is shit happens and I can’t let it go…conversations will replay in my head or woulda, coulda, shoulda scenario’s play over and over. I’ve been for cognitive behavioral therapy. I know replaying these things is terribly unhealthy and feeds the depression, but letting them go can be SOOOO hard. ‘Changing how I think to change how I feel’ sounds simple, but there are times when actually doing it is SOOO hard.

Prior to the start of this blog, ♀ & I spent 18 months and a huge bucket of money on the ugliest custody/access battle you can imagine…no, seriously…picture the worst you can imagine and double it. My ex’s lawyer (a former judge) managed to drag things out until we could no longer afford a lawyer and I ended up doing a three-day trial on my own. It went…badly. Our former lawyer gave up her 10 year family law practice mostly because our case upset her that much.

When it was all done and over with (is that even possible?) I knew that I would need something to distract me.  Even now…16 months after the end of the trial, I catch myself replaying….all sorts of shit. I know I can’t change what happened, but it is so incredibly hard to let it go.

This blog was intended to be something positive I could focus on and I really think that I’ve been succeeding, but I haven’t done it alone. ♀ has been so supportive. Not only has she taken lots of pictures of me, but like many women (unfortunately) she has body image issues and she’s let me post numerous pictures of her. She hasn’t flinched when I’ve written about the most intimate details of our life. She is my muse, my hero, my…everything. Even though she’s the main reason why this blog is a success, she’d never really taken ownership of it…until this week.

I got quite misty-eyed when I saw this in the comments section the other day:  Thanks for all the great comments. Great minds think alike. It really was not that hard to pic my fav pics. Happy New Year to all our readers. XXXX

Who knows, maybe she’ll actually start writing some posts.

Anyway, I guess that’s all for tonight.

Cheers,

sss