Silly, shy pixie...

Last Sunday, I slipped on the stairs. I fell off the ladder while taking Halloween decorations down. I did some other asinine thing that a good little vanilla girl would do.

*sigh* Yes, the truth is that I am still a silly, shy pixie. The truth is my husband beat me, and I've been feeling embarrassed about the whole scene. What better thing to do than to put it on the blog, get it out, and maybe in the process figure some things out in my head. Here goes...

When we dropped the children off with Grandma, she asked what we were going to do with our time. Beloved said, "Go home and have sex." I choked; she snickered and told us to have fun. After 15 years, I haven't gotten used to the completely frank relationship there, but I also still blush when Beloved grabs my ass...and after 15 years, he still grabs my ass regularly. Anyhow, we went home and I asked what Beloved wanted to do as he sat down on the couch.

"I plan to put my cock in several of your orifices." This time, I mostly just blushed, dropped to my knees, and reached up to undo his jeans. The sparkle in my eyes betrayed me.

"Going to make this a contest?" I laughed, and didn't answer. He kicked off his jeans, I latched on to his cock, wrapped my arms around his thighs, and didn't stop until he climaxed.

Didn't stop despite his thrashing. Didn't stop despite the hair pulling. Didn't stop despite his throwing himself off the couch, twisting around, dragging me across the room. There was one point that he managed to pin my arms to the floor, only to realize my arms were on top of his legs and he still couldn't escape me. He also managed to stand up partially, but I dragged him back down. He tried begging me to stop and finally...FINALLY promised to be "good" if I'd let him sit in the chair while I licked, sucked, and teased him until he came with an echoing groan.

*giggles* Yes, I was quite please with myself!

Then he shook his head. "There's a switch in you afterall!" What?

"You initiated, you took control, and you did it your way." Oh. um...er...well...I guess I did.

"Don't worry...It was fun. But you did Top me." *ponders*

While I was pondering this, Beloved sat down in front of me.

"I want to try something. Slap me." What?!

"SLAP me. And put something behind it." I gave him a few very playful slaps.

"Slap me, and if you don't put something behind it, then I'll slap you with something behind it!" er...I couldn't do it. It wasn't comfortable. But I did block him when he tried to slap me, which quickly resulted in his pulling me over him and landing a heavy THUD on my ass and the wrestling began.

We both held back...he didn't pin me and avoided most of my chest area (because I'm nursing), I didn't disable him with any crotch-shots...but he punched and slapped me, and I kicked and punched back. There were a couple of back-off moments, teasing feints. At one point, he half-picked me up and I landed on my left shoulder...THAT hurt. A truce was called eventually, and I wasn't nearly as winded as he was and therefore declared myself the "winner"...He rolled his eyes and smiled.

We cuddled a bit, recovering. "Did you enjoy that?"

I could feel my eyebrows knit up. No...er...no...but... But I did. For one thing, Beloved said that I was very strong, and my question about whether or not I could be a victim again was answered. Not easily. If I learned a few pointers about fighting SMART, I would make an attacker's life pretty miserable. THAT made me feel really good. And I felt powerful.

*frowns* Switch? well, maybe...I don't know. I'll have to figure that one out.

I am sporting some interesting bruises. The only GOOD one is on my right arm, but there are a smattering of them everywhere. A lot of them are deep aches. I told Beloved on Monday that I felt like someone had beaten me. He laughed and said he felt the same way.

*wry smile* So that is the real story. It's just taken me a few days to get past the "good little vanilla girl" excuses enough to admit it. And yes, I fully expect a few of you are chuckling at this...

*sigh* What can I say? I'm nothing but a silly, shy pixie.