Coming back from the dead

Sorry for the absence the past couple of weeks but I’ve been battling pneumonia.  However, I’m on the mend and ready to get back to writing. 

One thing I discovered last week is that Vicodin is not conducive to orgasms.  I took some a few days in a row to help with my pain and coughing.  The high was quite fun and it actually made me horny.  Alec and I set about to take advantage of said excitement but I just could not come.  I was on the edge of an orgasm for almost two hours.  TWO HOURS!  While that felt amazing and was quite fun, at the end I just wanted the release.  I had the same experience the next night.  Amazingly frustrating.  After that I decided no more Vicodin if I ever felt like coming again.  I suppose it wasn’t a completely horrible experience because feeling like I was *this* close to coming for an extended period of time felt really great.  However, it’s not a position I’d like to put myself in on a regular basis.  The moral of my story:  don’t count on coming if you’re high on Vicodin.

After the Vicodin debacle, Alec and I did manage to have some good sex this past week.  One night included some spanking that literally took my breath away.  He was hitting me hard and at irregular intervals.  An amazing combination that left me very excited.  The anticipation of each smack was delicious and after each spank I felt myself melting into him.  I was so taken aback by the intensity that afterwards I asked him if he’d been studying up on spanking techniques.  Kudos to you, Mr. Husband, for bringing the good pain.  I look forward to more!

Thanks for sticking around.  I have a few more posts in the works so check back!