Let's Talk About S-E-X...And Spelling!

I have been had. And I mean that in two ways. Brace got me. Tricked me. Tricked me into having the most amazing sex to date in our relationship. So technically, I was had and had again. And so finally, dear followers, I have my OWN steamy sex story to tell! "Brace" yourselves ladies! (and gentlemen? I hope gentlemen read this too!)

Last night, as we lay in my famous king sized bed, I was feeling less like watching CNN and more like getting down and dirty. Unfortunately for me, Brace was not of the same mind. I tried my hardest, but it was too late, I had missed my window of opportunity. The poor boy was just too tired. In his defense he works an extremely physical job so when he gets home after a 12 hour day he rarely makes it any farther then stripping down and hitting the sheets. (As we have read in previous posts!) Once again, it was just not my night. But as he drifted off to sleep, his eye lids closing...his words becoming slurred...he managed to make a promise to me. "I'm gonna get you tomorrow Juliet. When you least expect it." I had no idea how right he would turn out to be.

After spending a number of hours cleaning the house and tending to my garden (my green thumb is a topic for another post...or maybe my lack of a green thumb...that is yet to be determined) I decided it was time to rest my back. Enter my trusty king sized bed. (I wasn't kidding when I made this thing the center of attention for this blog. My life, sadly, revolves around this little piece of heaven!) As I settled in to catch up on editing some papers I was annoyed to hear Brace calling to me from the other room. What could he possibly want? I thought I had left him happily watching CNN again. (He is obsessed with the current situation in Japan. I suppose there are worse things a man could be obsessed with...) "WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!" I screamed to him. (I'm from Jersey folks, we don't politely respond to someone calling...we yell...just the way it is.) How dare he interrupt my quiet time. When I am in the bed, I am in the zone. You leave me be. I need peace. "Come 'ere! I need your help! Hurry up!" he called back.

I got up grumbling under my breath, something about how annoying he was. How wrong I was. As I came around the corner into one of the spare bedrooms, I caught sight of Brace...and just about fell over in shock. There he was, with all the mattresses from the other bedrooms piled on top of each other, standing there wearing only a large grin. He scooped me up and dropped me on the pile of mattresses, ripped my clothes off, and went to T-O-W-N. And let me tell you, that town he went to, probablyyyyy named Pleasureville. Or Pleasure Island. Or the grand old City of Ecstasy. Ok...you get the point. I was loving the pile of mattresses. Sounds weird, but for once I was happy to be out of my bed. It allowed for him to stand up at the perfect height and P-L-O-W my F-I-E-L-D...if ya know what I mean. All in all, the most delicious trick he has ever pulled on me. It totally beat editing papers any day. Especially since I am a terrible speller. (You may have noticed) But I figure writing this post will  make up for the lack of editing that went on today. Which is way I have taken the opportunity to practice my spelling!

And so, I am left extremely tired and will retire to my sweet spot. (you know, that perfect little niche in your bed that puts you to sleep in minutes if you hit it just right?) But I learned a few things today. S-E-X is more fun than S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G and sometimes, only sometimes, it is fun to be "had"! Hope someone special gets you good too ;)