Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Monogamy/Fidelity/Faithfulness/Loyalty

Recently I was reading one of my favorite blogs,Figleaf's Real Adult Sex as he was discussing monogamy. In the course of the discussion he included the quote,
Recently on my blog I reported the best definition of cheating I'd ever heard: Cheating is when you change the rules without telling the other player(s.)
and this got me to thinking (a dangerous thing when I have had a cocktail or two ((Laissez les bontemps rollez!))).

Is changing the rules in the middle of the game an exclusive symptom of adultery or just a relationship in peril? I certainly think it is the latter. And unfortunately, I come to this conclusion through personal experience.

At my house, you see, the rules have been changed on me. This is not to say that the PK is an adulterer. He isn't. In fact, he takes great satisfaction in his virtue. And as I have mentioned in a previous post, he believes that this virtue can be equated in its totality to loyalty. But as fidelity is the act of being faithful and faithful is according to Webster's Online Dictionary:
1. Steadfast in affection or allegiance; "years of faithful service"; "faithful employees"; "we do not doubt that England has a faithful patriot in the Lord Chancellor".

2. Marked by fidelity to an original; "a close translation"; "a faithful copy of the portrait"; "a faithful rendering of the observed facts". (Clearly not applicable)

3. Not having sexual relations with anyone except your husband or wife, or your boyfriend or girlfriend; "he remained faithful to his wife".
But change the rules on my he has done....

Our original plan was to work together to build a life and a family together based on the romantic vision of "us against the world" and mutual caring and respect. After a couple of career disappointments on his part, he took a position that required a ton of travel. An investment in his career of a couple of years that was supposed to help us achieve our goals. I agreed. After a couple of years at the high pressure gig, we reassessed. He wanted to stay in the position long enough to be promoted. Something that up until that time had not happened. Again, I agreed.

As the time went on and we had our girls, the stress of his career fell disproportionally to me. I was, in essence, the single mother of two children under the age of 3 when I brought up the issue again. Now however, it became an issue of his enjoyment. He liked this kind of work, the respect, the company -- so now I was just stuck.

With the coming of the kids, tensions certainly increased and outside family interference didn't help. Everytime family complained about how I dealt with the kids, the house, etc., he left me to deal with it alone. And when I stood up for myself in these instances and there were arguments, he NEVER failed to take the side of the rest of the family against me. And if that sounds like an exaggeration. I assure you it isn't. I was once yelled at by my own mother as I lay in a hospital bed after a hernia repair -- a hernia I got by having C-sections and worked too hard to soon following them. As she screamed at me, he sat there doing paperwork. Not a word was uttered in my defense. Can you imagine how supportive he is when his own parents complain to me? Loyalty? I think not.

Over the years, I believed him when he told me that each of these were situations were unusual. Statistical outliers, if you will. Things would eventually would be better. He would become more intuned with how I was feeling and why I was hurt, tired and stressed. I explained my feelings to him so he would understand why I reacted the way I did. I did what they tell you to do in a relationship.

Adjust. Communicate.

When he wanted to start his own business, I was supportive. He talked about how this would give us the ability to be closer. His schedule would be less rigid. I was excited. But again, the reality was different than the sales pitch.

Now I had less money and more responsibilities dealing with the, now, older children. But I also got to deal with his additional stress levels that cut his libido no matter how begged and cajoled. I got excuses like he didn't find me attractive since I bit my fingernails (a habit that comes in goes over the years....) or because I pestered him for attention. The humiliation was intense. Worse was the when I would be talking to him and he would pick up his phone and call someone when I was mid-sentence. Invisibility.

A model of fidelity... but loyalty and true faithfulness? No.

Along the way, I have given up thinking that there will be improvement. That the situations that we have found ourselves in were unique and therefor should be looked at separately. Life is the accumulation of circumstances and can be read as a whole. In the whole of our lives, he has generally chosen to turn from me. A marriage in peril.

Over the last couple of years, as things have gotten worse and I have tried to address the problems we are having, I have been shot down. He doesn't want to discuss it. I have told him that I am quickly reaching a point where I can't take any more of this. That I will go looking for comfort elsewhere. He understands what I am saying. But I think that he doesn't believe me. Is there something else that I can do to make this clearer? I don't think so.

Am I cheating?

Have I changed the rules without telling him?

Am I required to tell him when I am seeing a lover?

I don't know. I would say that my behavior isn't fair. But what is?

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Why do I have this running through my brain...

Hurts so good

Come on baby make it hurt so good

Sometimes love, don't feel like it should...

You make it hurt so good....

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Now this is freaky....


Lushlyme --

[noun]:

A person who has the ability to be invisible



'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com


However did they know? Not that this is a magic trick on my part. I am just generally invisible. These dictionary people must have followed me shopping sometime.

Me Time

It sounds like I had a similar waking experience as Suburban Sexpot....

I woke up yesterday morning.. with no rush to get moving for a change thanks to our Presidents both dead and alive. I was feeling rested, relaxed... enjoying the feeling of the flannel of my pajamas and the soft cotton of my sheets and blankets.

Then came the mood killer...

"Hey, why don't you see how long it takes you to get me off. I have a breakfast meeting at 8:30."

Does a girl ever get a better come on than that? Surprisingly, I ignored that charmless invitation and let him roll out of bed for his meeting. I stayed put.

With the kids still asleep, the door shut and him now gone, I decided to treat myself to a little self love. In more of a manner that I deserve. Granted the possibility of kissing has been eliminated, but I wouldn't have gotten more than a peck or two at most anyway. Sigh.

But I am capable of touch. And I do. Running my hands over my skin. Touching my legs and stomach. The folds of flesh that have developed as a result of age and childbearing and frankly of just being me. The scars left on my body almost a decade ago that have become part of my familiar landscape and are included in the exploration. Can it still be an exploration after all this time? I don't know for sure, but the nerves in my skin feel fresh and new and untouched this morning.

By now, my body is feeling more alive, so now I begin to explore my sensitive flesh. My breasts, so soft and pale are not as firm as they once were... Gravity has a lot to answer for. Left to their own devices, my poor old tits slide off towards my armpits. But today, I am holding them up, giving myself a glimpse of their former glory.

They are both the bane of my existence and my crowning glory. Having gotten them too soon and then too much of them at that, I have often been embarassed by the attention that they received. Mostly since that attention has been so separate from me. I have always found it a bit ironic that my birthday is the same day as the feast day for St. Agatha whose breasts were cut off and served to her for her refusal to have sex with a pagan. My breasts and sexuality have long been tied together, not just because of the obvious attraction that men have had for them, but because of the pleasure that they have given me... Having them sucked while I am orgasming has always intensified the experience for me. And back when I was pregnant? Well sucking on them alone would make me cum. Like there is some invisible connection between them and my pussy.

Now that the sleeping beasts have been awakened I can move on to even more sensitive areas. And this I do. After wetting my fingers in my mouth, I reach down to complete that connection. And it is now alive and wilder than if I got the standard two kisses, a couple of nipple twists then a beeline for the jackpot. And sadly, that is what I have gotten lately.

But now, alone in the quiet and softness of my bed, my body is stirring with energy. My fingers glide slickly around and around my clit. And that ardor is beginning to build with speed and intensity. So quickly. The rustle of passion is now becoming a creeping prickle of craving that urges me forward. Faster, more intently now as my body begins to tingle and then convulse. Energy traveling along every synapse and nerve then discharging at their endpoints. For and endless moment. Bliss and peace.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Valentines, sex and marriage

I continue to be demoralized by the reaction to the Valentine's card that I sent the Porn King. In fact the who situation continues to depress the living shit out of me.

To recap: The Porn King went out of town for work V-Day.

I slipped a card into his bag... A card that I cried while I wrote out... Saying that I missed having him as a friend and lover and to please come back to me....

That evening the reaction I got was, "Thanks for the card". This made me cry more. No further comment has made me feel more wretched than I have in a while. Unwanted, unloved, an emotional burden that he would rather not undertake.

Thursday, he takes me to lunch... after about half a margarita.. I get up the nerve to ask the question.... "Soooo, any other thoughts about the card?" Well, according to him, he was touched and moved but he didn't think that we should discuss it further at that moment... Why? Well, I admit I can get maudlin when discussing this dying relationship. Throw a margarita into the mix... I am likely to be downright weepy. But I can't help myself.

I remember the old days. When we were in love. When we relied on each other and needed each other's company. When we woke up in each other's arms. Then we had the kids. And since then, our lives have separated. He works and travels. When he gets home, he is Fun Daddy. Fun Daddy helps the kids get past the rules of Mean Mommy. Mean Mommy has to deal with homework and practice and chores and bedtimes and rules. Fun Daddy is about movies and the shopping trips to the mall.

But it has taken its toll. Now, we have nothing to discuss but the kids and chores. We don't go anywhere without our girls. We virtually have no time together anywhere without them. The kids are with us from the moment we awaken in the morning until virtually we are asleep. We are even planning a trip to Hawaii with them.

I can't help resent the position that I have been put into here. I am not respected but either child or father. I am stuck dealing with anything left to be done here in the house that anyone else wants to skip. Domestic responsibilites are my mine job. The lines are drawn and can't be crossed because that would require discussion; coordination. And we don't do that.

I am between a rock and a hard place. Begging for little bits of help, respect, kindness, sex. And I am so tired of begging.

Figleaf recently, had a great post about mismatched libido and I have been thinking about that alot lately. But I know that in my case it is a symptom of more than just a sexual disfunction. It is more about a schism in a marriage that requires more than just compromise about how often to be intimate.

In the meantime, I sit waiting for him to bring up the subject today. I have come to realize that a marriage can't be kept alive by one person alone. And he relies on me to handle these kinds of domestic matters. And I just can't push any further. If he doesn't care enough, doesn't love me enough, what can I do? I can't make him do it.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Thank Poppy!

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion:

You have high extroversion.
You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.
You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.
Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.

Agreeableness:

You have medium agreeableness.
You're generally a friendly and trusting person.
But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.
You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.

Neuroticism:

You have medium neuroticism.
You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.
Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.
Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is high.
In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.
You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.
A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

No Wonder I am Depressed

"Thanks for the card...."

That is what I heard about the beautiful card and heartfelt note (see earlier post)

Can someone explain to me why I even fucking bother?

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Found it Curious Pussy!

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick


GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.

Valentines Day

I love you.

I miss being your friend and lover.

Come back to me.

LM

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Words have failed me...

I know that I have been neglectful of writing actual words. Frankly most of my creativity and it has been limited at best has been sucked away by thoughts of my responsibilities and by screwing around looking at crap on the computer... Oh and some exceptionally hot online flirting... I am definitely exploring my sub/domme sides.

Must have something to do with birthdays and spankings and such.

The rest of the time I have been obsessed with the news...

I am a ton of fun, eh? I promise to do better in the future... (Why am I sounding like a 4th grader leaving confession?)

Happy HNT

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Birthday Spankings...

Birthdays should not remind one of Lizzie Borden's mother...

Yet, here I am.

40 whack's later, I have been sated by your intensity.

Rolling on the floor, begging for air as my body tingles inside and out.

Being held tenderly,

Breathing hard

Feeling your heart beating...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Happy HNT


Two words... Lip balm