Reporting In ...

 ... I started responding to those who commented on my last post and then realized a new post, 'reporting in' on our little getaway last weekend, would be the best answer to you all - and thank you all for your well wishes!

If you were expecting a great review of a hot sexy time, I'm sorry to disappoint. It turned out this past weekend wasn't about any big sexual adventure (although the sex was still pretty hot!). It was more about the little things.

Ella commented about my use of the term 'hotel sex' ... how staying in a hotel is the opposite for her and Sam, because they worry about noise. When I started using the term 'hotel sex' years ago, our sexy times weren't of the noisy variety ... we were used to having 'quiet sex' because we had kiddos at home. Hotel sex to us just meant we could enjoy intimate times without kiddo interruptions. We realized, with our last getaway in June, we are noisier now than we used to be ... not only due to the spanking and impact play but apparently, as Frank likes to tease me, when I am in the throes of passion, I am waaay noisier than I used to be ... haha! Having to be the next door audience to the sexy shenanigans in the adjoining hotel room on our last getaway, certainly brought our own noisiness to light as a possible issue ... so yes Ella, 'hotel sex' in a hotel, also doesn't quite work for us any longer ;)). For that reason, this time around, we checked into an AirBnB unit ... a private apartment at the back of a large residential waterfront lot. It was a beautiful little spot .. short walk to the beach and the walking path to a park but still minutes from the city where we could see the sights and enjoy good food.

On the sexy side of the coin, I had suggested prior to leaving on our little vacation, there might be a couple of 'things' I wanted to try. I'll 'fess up that there is a bit of S/m in our dynamic. I am more the kinkster in the duo, only because I read ... a lot ... and I have the more creative mind. Frank has struggled somewhat over the years with the zing he gets from his S side ... but me, never! be it my /m side or his S tendencies ... when I am hot and bothered, it's flog/crop/spank me harder please, Sir! ... and don't fuss about you getting off on giving me a little (or sometimes a lot) of pain. I like it!


On the other hand I still struggle with being upfront and talking about our kink and what it is I want. I don't know why this is because Frank has no problem talking about anything and is open to whatever I want to try. So this weekend, as I said, I had a desire to try something but couldn't quite bring myself to talk about it. Sitting in the apartment living room, after our first dinner out, he asked me to spill the beans and I couldn't get beyond stammering and stuttering. Finally, he pulled me down to where he was sitting on the sofa, gently turned me around, my back to his front, held me close, told me to close my eyes and start talking. So I did .... and although I truly can't bring myself to recount the details here (see what I mean ;)), I did manage to tell him what I wanted and we did give it a go. However, as I'm sure some of you can certainly relate, some things are just better left as fantasies and this was one of those times. We had a bit of a laugh about it afterwards and went on to what we know does work for sure :>) 

So about the little things ... Frank was amazing ... he 'took care of me' .... reminding me of the 21 year old young man he once was in our early dating years ... there was a lot of HoH'ing as Meredith's Jack calls it ;), including hand holding, door opening, guiding, making sure he was front and centre in paying the bills and always asking me first what I wanted to do and see. He even, on our Saturday dinner date night, after we decided on our selections, ordered dinner and drinks for us both ... I detected a bit of raised eyebrow from the waitress but that only had me grinning inside. 

 ... truly, it was a sweet time. 

💞

... thanks for dropping by ... nj