BG came over for our eleventh play date (I wonder how many until I stop counting) and I had a good time, but my mind is not interested in reminiscing. That is no complaint about the evening, which I enjoyed. Just… my mind seems to be driven more by creativity than by memory today. I am not sure whether this is a statement of my growing familiarity and comfort with the threesomes, due to a fluctuation in my hormones, or both.
I hate the assessment of an ill temper, \”Somebody needs to get laid\”… possibly because it hits too closely to home for me. Sex has adjusted my attitude in the past and it did last night. BG arrived thirty minutes after the time interval he predicted and I greeted him with hostility over the tardiness. He did not see a big deal, SwingBot did not see a big deal, yet I was surly. I also wanted to get laid. Grouchy and horny make an awkward combination that certainly does not arouse one\’s partner. Despite my mood-killing demeanor, BG was willing and able to cure my crankiness through cunnilingus and coitus.
I was in a much better humor by the time we went out for dinner and returned for 69+1. SwingBot was the +1 this time, with BG below me. The men criticized aspects of the position after we concluded, but it pleasured me immensely. BG and I also had sex in a few other positions, finishing in Cowgirl. By the end of the night, I felt centered, balanced, and nothing like the harridan of earlier.
And today, as I said, my mind seems full of fantasy and ideas. I caught SwingBot taking a bath, rather than his usual shower, and have since been envisioning an old and yet-unfulfilled fantasy of giving him a bath and then having my way with him. The beginnings of a story featuring two couples meeting for a foursome hit my imagination. I want to illustrate three women lying naked together, sharing a sensual nap.
My creativity and my \”need to get laid\” mood definitely have some sort of cycle, though I have yet to determine precisely the frequency of the cycle and to what they are connected. They do not seem to be directly related, nor does either seem tied to my menstrual cycle. The two happened to hit me simultaneously this time, though that is not always the case.
I do not know whether they are related to the current point of our sexual relationship with BG, though I suspect that there is something to that. While it is still exciting and new and still has much to offer, a certain level of comfort has been achieved. A certain level of expectation, even dependency, has hit, and I think that my body is balancing that with my other drives.