DianaG I am stealing your “ish” - that exactly describes my situation. Hadn’t been able to come up with a word before!
Last time I was in bed with my ish after he got me off he asked me what I wanted him to do and I said “just hold me” and he held me real tight and it was awesome. For some reason I had never thought to do that before, with anyone, and he did a great job. I’m a big strong woman and it’s pretty amazing to have someone hold you tight and make you feel like a helpless little girl. (for a moment, at least)
My husband and I are in that “fertility phase” where we have to have sex on a schedule, which can be a real bummer. It’s less fun when it feels like an obligation. So, this month was a wash and we’re waiting for the next cycle. Saturday morning when we woke up, I was standing at the foot of the bed brushing my hair and my husband came up behind me and started kissing my neck, then pulled me back into bed. It’s more fun when it’s just for fun.
Oh my lord my husband is hawt! Yesterday we had tickets for an event that was non-dressy. Jeans and button down shirt was all that was required. He put on his ‘Cute Butt’ Levis knowing I love him in them. Good lord I couldn’t wait to get him home.
So last thing a man did that turned me on. Wore some jeans.
We went out with friends Saturday night, party at the pub and all of us moved to the club because the pub was too dull and the host kiboshed the dancing.
Dancing in the club, tight to each other on a crowded dance floor… I was aware of just him though there were probably tons of other younger, cuter guys around but he’s the one who makes me hot and melty.
We got engaged last week, so this past weekend my bestfriend and I went to look at flowers, and I came home all defeated that I had trouble choosing. I went and hid in the bed under the covers, he promptly came in there, curled up close, held me, and asked me what was wrong. When I told him he spoke softly right in my ear, “Baby all we need there is just you and me. Everything else is extra.” Ohhhhhhmmmmgawwwwwwd. That man got laid.
Now, was that so hard? You’ve just surpassed an entire section of self-help books!
The other day, before the wee one was up, I was lying in bed reading and my SO came in the bedroom for something. He made some little innocuous comment about how pretty I looked lying there, tucked me in a little more firmly, and told be to go back to sleep, he’d make breakfast when the wee one woke up.
He was, uh, delayed in getting back out of the bedroom.
Today my ish unleashed a torrent of latin in an email. I’ll reward him later with a game of the Emperor and the concubine.
A guy I was chatting with today while waiting for the bus (for forty friggin’ minutes, don’t get me started), upon being told a story of my nineteen year old daughter, said “Holy crap, I figured you for mid-twenties!” That didn’t get me hot, but it was sweet of him. When he asked what my plans were for tomorrow (snow day!), and I said that I expected to be having my frostbitten toes amputated, he pulled an extra jacket out of his bag, put it down on the concrete bench, and said “Here, sit on this and get your feet up out of the snow, it’ll help.”
He was cleaning off my desk to move a computer (which I could have done perfectly well by myself but it was sweet of him to do it for me) and he came across my HP 48G RPN calculator and commented about how awesome it is. Gotta love a guy who lifts heavy things for me and thinks my geeky things are awesome!
Actually, what you say has been slowly dawning on me over many years (I’m slow) and I think I have a pretty good idea about it now.
I remember once hearing a quote from a famous actress once and I’ll paraphrase what I remember: “For a woman, making love begins when she wakes up in the morning and ends when she falls asleep.”
