Vibrating Geek Relationships. With Batteries.

It’s been so busy here we’ve been lucky to get freaky on the weekends. But last night we even managed weeknight sex! I’m so happy!

An hour of yoga yesterday afternoon followed by some rather energetic and athletic sex last night leaves Fiona feeling a bit well used and sore this morning.

We were both awake at some pre-dawn hour this morning. I rolled over to cuddle. And then the cuddle turned into more. It was wonderful, actually. We’ve both been massively stressed lately and this morning gave us a chance to just connect with each other. Even better, we both fell back asleep and slept in later than we have in a long time.

It’s a cold, wet, grey day here in the Bay area. The kind of day when going out is no fun and even inside under with the lights on, it’s still feeling dark. Not sure what to do today, motivation is very low.

I didn’t get tied up, but I did get flogged and fucked this weekend.

The flogging was stingy and owie. I found myself mentally struggling with being stoic and not reacting. I am not sure why I think it’s somehow better not to react and just bend over and take it. I actually have to mentally focus on owing and screaming and wiggling and not just sitting there like a lump.

Stingy.

It was good.

There was some rather athletic fucking afterwards, too.

Y’know what would be awesome this weekend? Some playtime, bondage and restraints. I’m feeling trapped in my own head and am craving something to force me out of this space.

Tied up. Flogged. Paddled. Fucked.

Maybe then I can string a coherent narrative.

“You take hints well,” he says as I stroked his rock hard cock.

“mmmm…” I said.

I don’t actually take hints well, not because I don’t want to, I just miss them. I’m not very good at the whole reading and interpreting body language thing. Add in lying in bed in a dark room and I often feel completely lost. Wait, what? Is that a hint? Is he interested? Am I missing something? Maybe he’s just sleepy, he was very tired today and on and on and on. I really hate my brain sometimes.

I like it when he gives me a clear signal. Like, last night when he shifted my hand down to his cock. That kind of hint I can understand. And follow through on.

Cam and I were fooling around last night. I was having problems, though, as my brain just would Not Stop. At one point there were 4 different tracks going through my head: what I needed to do to be a good bedmate, the Monkees’ song “the last train to clarksville,” what I needed to do at work today and the meta thoughts about how my brain wouldn’t stop.

It happens sometimes, usually when I’m stressed. I hate it. Hate Hate Hate it! I just can’t relax and enjoy things. Foreplay is distracting, not exciting. Of course, the longer it goes on, the more worked up I get and the more worked up I get the more thought threads spawn. Eventually, my brain explodes.

It’s not even like this is related to sex with Cam, I’ve tried masturbating recently and my brain goes through the same cycle. Annoying enough that I just give up, it’s not fun, it’s not exciting and it makes me feel bad.

On the good end, I’m a lot less inclined to give up. This is a good thing. A little vibe, a little fucking and the Monkees faded away.

Cam has a release date coming up, which means he’s coding late into the night. Last night he got to bed around 1 or so. I was awake when he showed up and we cuddled for a while. It was nice and relaxing. Then I decided I wanted more than a cuddle.

Middle of the night sex is good. When the phone rang at 6:30 this morning I semi-regretted 2 am sex. But only semi.