Monday morning…ugh. Nothing good ever happens on a Monday, ever notice that? It’s the day you go back to work, it’s the day you have to deal with that client whose emails you’ve been ignoring meaning to get to for a week, and if you spend your weekends anything like I do, you’re still on an endorphin high from three days of bedroom romping, general sluttery, and that sultry, sensual, hot-n-sweaty lovemaking, but goddamn, my ass is still sore and it’s Monday and I have to sit in this desk chair all day long and pretend try to pass off what I do as work which might include actually having to talk to someone or coming up with a good excuse for not answering actually answering my emails. I’m such a priss sometimes. I guess I shouldn’t have screamed, “Harder!!!” when he had me bent over the footboard and was spanking my bare derrière with that new wooden paddle. Being kinky may have its rewards… but not today. Did I mention its Monday yet? sigh.

So that was last night.

The rest of the weekend was actually pretty tame by comparison. Friday night we barbequed and invited the lesbians next door to join us, which always sparks interesting conversations, especially since they found out about all of our sex toys, but let’s not rehash that whole debacle again. My husband still asks Audrey to help him out with various household projects, like, “Hey Audrey… can you help me change the carburetor on my lawnmower?” or “Hey Audrey… 220 or 221…whatever it takes?” I think she gets it, at least I hope she does because she seems like she’s a good sport about it, I mean, they haven’t kidnapped me and forced me to be their submissive lesbian sex slave, yet. You know, they could always ask, right? Hmmm… um, nevermind.

What else? Oh yes, Saturday I shopped, what else is new, and we worked in the yard and then had a quiet evening at home with some of that sweet and tender lovemaking that I always like. We went to bed not really planning on having sex, but as I was laying there sort of not really sleeping but not really awake I felt my husband’s hand rubbing my shoulder with that tell-tale ‘You’re gonna get fucked tonight baby’ kind of rub and then he leaned over and sort of whispered, “You wanna get on?”, which, I actually enjoy! So I reached around the back of me and felt his hard cock pushing into my back and then I rolled over and climbed on. We get into this whole slow grind thing which just gets me so incredibly hot with lots of kissing and nipple playing and squeezing and slow fucking, mmmm, so nice.

So, we’re going like this for about twenty minutes and then it kind of dawns on me that he hasn’t got off yet and I’m all wet and worked up, and getting damn close, but I’m worried that if I pick up the pace he’ll pop and then I’ll be all dysfunctionally dissatisfied and pissed off, but no, he’s got this look on his face like “Hey, I’m Superman… knock you’re lights out baby…”, so I do, and start my whole grindy groovy slip-n-slide thing, and I feel it building…so close now… and BAM! he starts thrusting upwards really hard and he lifts me right up off the bed and hits my g-spot and I just gush everywhere! Ten minutes later, after I’m nearly unconscious and mumbling incoherently…Superman’s finally done; he tosses me off, then rolls me over onto the wet spot, leaves me panting for air, my legs are quivering and shaking uncontrollably, and he kisses me goodnight and goes to sleep. The nerve.

Yesterday we went to the beach and played in the ocean, and then last night we decided to get kinky, or, um, I decided that I wanted to get kinky… and now I’ve got the sore red ass to prove it, but wow… mmmm. Sore ass on a Monday morning? Priceless.

What else?

I’ve become this Amazon shopping addict, but everything I wind up buying is something I really, really want! My new CD came on Saturday, the La Perla Noir collection, which is this delicately sensual boudoir chic compilation that kind of reminds me of an old European film or some of that old erotic film noir music that always played when the hero was about to make fierce love to either the heroine or some other messed up chick he happened to fall into bed with. Either way, it’s really hot and is perfect mood music for your own boudoir.

I also ordered the film Story of O (that also came Saturday) which is the scorching 1970’s adaptation of Pauline Reage’s wickedly erotic novel of the same name, staring Corinne Clery as O. I haven’t watched it yet, but I did slip it into the DVD player yesterday when we got home from the beach so I imagine that might be what put me in the mood for my Sunday night kinkfest! I’ll write a full review on this later after I watch the whole thing, if I can stand myself after!

So, yeah, it’s Monday and my ass is sore… but it’s a good sore, right?

Enjoy your, um, Monday, First Day of the Week!