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Word of the Week: Shoegasm!

holidayshoesA shoegasm, originally used on Sex and the City, is defined by the online Urban Dictionary as “Sexual pleasure you get from buying, wearing, or just looking at a kick ass pair of shoes.” Like a regular orgasm, a shoegasm can be brief and intense, or build up to a heightened state of pleasure. It can wash over you with waves of pleasure and excitement, almost better than the real thing, leaving you exhausted and satisfied and ready for more.

fishshoesI had my first shoegasm recently on a shopping trip out of town. Now, I own my fair share of shoes. I probably own several people’s fair share to be honest. I’m always buying new pairs in every color and style imaginable. I have flip flops, sandals, dress shoes, boots, tennis shoes and stripper heels – you name it, I have it. Except for a pair of saddle shoes: I recently sold them on eBay.

bootsMy shoes give me a lot of satisfaction, and also a bit of consternation in the morning. Surrounded by shoes, it can be hard to decide what to wear. Sometimes I pick the shoe and then pick the outfit; other times I have the outfit and try and select just one that matches the best.

I’ve never been in an exciting shoe store, though, until we were at a new shopping area, and I saw a store that I had browsed online that sold shoes. I convinced my husband that we had to stop there after we finished in the electronics store, and when we did, I almost swooned when we walked in the door.

greenshoesI’d never seen so many pairs of shoes in my life! An entire floor. Hundreds, maybe a 1000 pairs. And all for women! That shoegasm was definitely starting. Row after row of shoes. Cute shoes. Hot shoes. Good brand shoes, all of them, and at decent prices. My husband camped in front of the TV with the other men while I browsed, filling my arms with boxes of shoes to try on.

And then I found the sale room.

I wear size 10, and typically when I enter clearance sections I’m lucky to browse 4 or 5 pairs. But here, there were literally 100 pairs! Prices up to 80% off! I could have come right then and there. Of course, I had to try on almost every pair, from sandals to heels, and even a pair of knee high black stiletto boots! My husband came back a few times, shook his head at me surrounded by open boxes, and went back to the TV.

Eventually I had my selection down to 20 pairs. This seemed excessive to me, so after about 20 minutes I managed to wheedle the pile of boxes down to 9 pairs that I just couldn’t live without. When my husband came back again to see how I was doing, he just said, “Really? Nine pairs”

“Really,” I told him with a rather glazed look on my face. “I’m showing incredible restraint here,” I said. He was able to exercise more restraint when we went back to the electronics store, and more restraints when we played for the evening.

If you’ve never had a shoegasm, you don’t know what you’re missing. And once you have one, you’ll want to have one again and again.

(This article was originally posted with non-exclusive rights on EdenCafe).

Morning Wetness

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I looked into the bathroom mirror and imagined you were exiting the shower behind me. You came up behind me and cupped my breasts in your still damp hands, stroking my nipples and feeling them grow hard beneath your touch. I leaned back into you and turned my head so we could kiss as your hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass and  sliding under my panties so you could play with my clit and feel my wetness. I moaned into your mouth and released you from my kiss, and you bent me over the sink to take me from behind…..

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Are You Ready For Some Fantasy (Football)?

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Olaf E. Caskin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Football season is one thing, but I refuse to be a Fantasy Football widow.

Don’t get me wrong. I love football. I know the teams, the players, and the rules. I root for my teams every week. I watch games every weekend and ESPN on occasion, and I know who’s injured, who’s being traded, and who’s been suspended. I can hold a conversation with the boys and talk football with the best of them. I yell. I cheer. I curse. I even met John Madden once when my husband spotted his bus as we were heading back to town after a day of shopping. We chased him for 20 miles until he stopped at a local store, and he got Mr. Madden’s autograph on the back of a pay stub (it was the only paper we had on us). But I don’t like fantasy football.

A few years ago I played it for the first time, and so did my husband. We each had 3 teams. I used an autodraft and ranked my players. He insisted on doing a live draft and spent 2 hours for each team talking smack and selecting players. I checked my teams once a week and made adjustments as needed. He agonized for hours every night on who to play, who to cut, and who to draft. This wasn’t for money, mind you. This was for “fun.”

Trying to have a sex life during fantasy football season was interesting, that’s for sure. I would come out in something skimpy, or nothing at all, and his eyes wouldn’t stray from the computer screen. Now, I expected this during a game. But playing fantasy on the computer? I think not!

I went so far as to buy a hot little referee costume, complete with knee socks, football pumps and a whistle. This would take his mind off of the computer, I thought. One night while he was busy trading and manipulating his teams, I came up behind him and blew the whistle in his ear. “Time out!” I said. He was startled, then amused. I did some posing in front of him. I made the signals for “Offensive Holding” and “False Start”. He was still amused.

I gave him a blow job while he sat in the chair. He got hard, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my phenomenal sucking and licking skills or the fact that his trade of LT for Adrian Petersen went through. I made him cum and heard him say “Oh, yeah!” But was it for me actually swallowing for 6 points, or for the smack he was reading? At least he didn’t type.

I played this game with him a few times, but in the end it was easier to wait until bed time. He could forget about fantasy football in bed, but his post-coital talk still revolved around football. I’d roll over and go to sleep.

This year he’s running 20 teams. In 20 different leagues. At the same time. He even had to use my accounts because he was trying to run too many in his. I have one team that I’ll sporadically watch. I’m willing to try refereeing his computer time on occasion, and maybe try out a cheerleader costume to distract him from the screen. But this year, I have James Deen’s replica cock, my Red Devil, and my Hitachi to keep me company while he’s drafting. And who knows, that may turn out to be a better show than what he’s got on the screen.

Author’s note: This post was written by me a few years ago and posted on another blog at that time. It’s still pretty timely, however, and I’ve decided to reblog it with a few updates here.

Happy New Year!

It’s finally 2013! Last year had to be one of the worst years of my life, in so many ways. This year can’t possibly be worse, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it isn’t.  I have a lot of plans for this year, and several resolutions. I seriously debated about making any at all, as you know as well as I do how easily they seem to get broken. But, after a lot of thought, I decided to go ahead with them.  Short list, but shorter is more likely doable.

This year, I resolve:

  • To post more often. Yes, that includes more reviews (and possibly some special pictures that have been requested), but also I plan to post more about … stuff. Will it be sexual? Probably, but maybe not. I have been missing writing, and I plan to make some time for it this year. As always, your feedback will be appreciated, and if you have any suggestions, let me know.
  • To become (at least better) organized. Over the past year, I became more disorganized than I think I ever was in my life. It’s not doing me any good, and so I’m going to be making a serious attempt to do this, whether it’s bills, reviews, housecleaning, you name it.
  • To get in (better) shape. This seems to be a staple on my list, but this year it’s a definite goal, and as part of my new organizational skills *ahem*, I am going to schedule it in and make it happen.

Simple, right? We’ll see, but I’m hoping for success.  I thought about adding having more sex to the list, but at this point I’m not sure if that’s possible.

Here’s wishing you a Happy New Year!

 

 

Merry Christmas!

Today was a wonderful day – snow on the ground, loved ones around, and everyone enjoying the day’s activities. I hope you had a Merry Christmas!