So Valentine’s Night was fun!
My wonderful husband got for me this little outfit as one of my anniversary/Valentine’s Day gifts. Obviously, I got this one after work and dinner from my favorite Mediterranean restaurant.
I spent most of the night answering to “harem boy”, feeding hummus and grapes to a very lazy but unbelievably hot “king”, and yep, totally loving every minute of it! I do very much hope the neighbors didn’t see a lot before I remembered to close the blinds, though.
I’m usually not interested in the tops because they’re usually really bra-like and that’s not for me, but this little camitop is veeeeeeery nice. It’s all about the sensations for me, and having something on top has now got my attention, oh yeah. I don’t want cups or clasps, but I’ll happily stock up on camis now.
My hair’s grown out to tuck-behind-my-ears length and it’s got a little bit of curl going on. Add in the makeup I wore (eyeliner, mascara, a little brown shadow, blush and lip stain/gloss) and in this little outfit, I felt more femme than I do when I wear my pink petticoat and ballet slippers!
It was fun, it was sexy, and if there had been a video camera involved I’m pretty sure I’d be a billionaire right now. This is what gets me going. Nothing else out there does it for me like being with my Jazz when I’m all dressed up and we’re playing together.
(OK, there have been a few seriously inspiring scenes in some romances I’ve read recently by a certain someone who knows who she is and better get back to writing the rest of that book like now-now.)
But, really, I’ve never seen porn that ever comes close to showing me what I manage to create on my own with my husband. I still look and some of it’s like “oh that’s nice” or “we’ve done something like that before” but in the end… Meh. Maybe that makes me a little bit more of an anomaly — a gay guy who doesn’t like porn?! — but there it is. My own sex life is hugely more interesting, stimulating, and inspiring than anything I’ve managed to find somewhere else. Maybe I’m just picky.
Actually, I know I’m cheap because I don’t have any “memberships” out there, so that could be why I don’t see “the good stuff” so much. Most of the previews I’ve found for the membership sites are interesting sometimes but never enough to get me to go buy. I’d rather spend my money on a new outfit that’ll make my husband clutch at his heart (or parts lower) and say “Holy f*uck. Come here. Now. Thornton!” before chasing me around the dining room table. Thank God that thing’s so study for when he catches me!