Fun and games
I poked my tongue out at him for insulting me with such a childish comment.
“You know, you give really good head despite the really small tongue”.
A tickling war ensued.
Sex tips
I’ve been incredibly absent of late, but I’ve been ill 
boohoo! This is made worse by the fact I have an immune system similar to that of a jelly baby.
But before I become ill, me and William had quite a fun night, which I would like to share with you all….
This month’s issue of Glamour (the one that has the delicious Beyonce on the front cover) has, like most women’s magazines, sex tips. These sex tips usually claim to improve your sex life one hundred fold, and promise to ensure you’ll never have boring sex again. I usually read these and think ‘yawn’ to them, as I’ve either tried them or they seem too complex to try: I would rather have fun during sex than think ‘are we doing this particular technique correctly?’
Most of the tips in this issue were ones I’ve read before, but there was one that seemed worth trying: under the section ‘How to have an orgasm every time’ was a method recommend by Laura Berman, expert in sex. She said to ‘put one pillow under your hips, and one under your head. Then make sure he stays close to you during sex, moving up and down so your pelvises stay in contact.’
Sounded like what we do pretty much every time we have sex, just to start us off, but this time, there were pillows involved! I’d read about this before, but hadn’t mentioned it to any previous lover for fear of making them think I was unhappy about our sex life.
William, however, seems quite open to trying new things, so I shoved the magazine under his nose for his to read. He seemed quite keen.
Off went our clothes, and he positioned me so I had a pillow under my bum, and one under my head, making sure I was comfy. Then, to business.
I felt a bit lazy, just lying there, him doing all the movements up and down. But then I felt it: the first twinges of an orgasm deep inside. These twinges gave way to waves of pleasure, building up and up. The power in them was immense: they carried on much longer than they would normally, and when I finally came, it was, quite possibly, the most powerful one I’ve had. Ever.
And I was completely relaxed afterwards. I lay there on his bed, naked and uncovered, and I was quite content. He, however, was not, as he’d been concentrating ‘on his performance’, as he put it, so wanted to go again. Same position? Why not.
And it didn’t fail second time round, for either of us. For me, being so relaxed after the first orgasm perhaps influenced how I came so easily, and quickly, second time round. I like this position. Well done, Glamour!
April
I know I’ve missed out March, but I don’t think we tried any new in that month. We probably experimented with things we’d already tried, but nothing brand spanking new.
Last month, however, we did. I can’t find a picture of this in my bible of positions, so I drew it. It’s only a little sketch, please, no nominations for the Turner Prize:
I quite liked it!
Another new thing we tried: spanking. William isn’t into spanking, or whipping, or anything that requires using force on a woman, as he thinks it’s mean. I can see where he’s coming from, but just recently, he’s been giving me little taps on the bum when he’s taking me from behind. The other night, he was doing this, until I shouted ‘harder!’ and he gave me an almighty slap, which made me come there and then.
It’ll be whips and paddles soon, I hope.
Confessions
During my previous post I mentioned how I was feeling a bit confused about me and William. I’d arranged to meet up with him on Monday night (with flirty texts the night before) and tried to feel happy about seeing him…..but couldn’t. There was something knawing at me, and I knew what it was:
I needed to tell him about the miscarriage.
If I didn’t, I’d continue to feel like this, and treat him the way I’d been treating him: being high as a kite one minute, and grumpy the next; being arsy with him; basically trying to avoid him. I figured I couldn’t end it without telling him. I could tell him and he could decide for himself. If he got angry and upset about it, and indeed, about me waiting nearly two months to tell him, he was quite right to end things with me. It was scary, but I honestly couldn’t keep deceiving myself, or him.
I went round to his, and he’d cooked a lovely meal. He’d made an effort, he really had, because he’d missed me. And when he misses me, he misses something else too…..
I wasn’t quite in the mood for sex, and tried to delicately avoid his advances. This worked up until a point where he asked me what was wrong, wondering if it was something he’d done, which made me feel worse! He hadn’t done anything wrong, why did he deserve such a tight, grumpy bitch of a girlfriend?! We were lying in bed, facing each other, heads on pillows, although I wanted to look anywhere but directly at him:
“I have something to tell you, something I’ve been keeping from you, and you’re not going to like it. Just know that the reason I didn’t tell you is because you had your PhD interview and your exams and I didn’t want to get in the way and worry you”.
He stared at me like I was about to cut out his heart. God knows what was running through his mind at that point.
“OK, you’re really scaring me now LS, what’s going on?”
“You know when I had problems in March, and I told you it was an infection?”
“Yeaaahhhhhhh…..?”
“Well it wasn’t.”
At this point William is fidgeting and looking shit scared.
“They think I may have had a miscarriage”.
“What?!”
I re-told the story that I told you guys, to him. Tears were running down my cheeks as I told him I got opinion after opinion, because I myself didn’t believe them when they told me!
“Why didn’t you tell me LS? You know I would’ve been there for you, regardless of interviews and exams. I’m so sorry you had to go through it on your own.”
I was completely shocked by his reaction. It was so calm, so caring. But then again, how could I have expected anything else? William is the sweetest, kindest, most attentive man I’ve met. My friends have pointed out to me on many occasion that he adores me. Why would I think that this guy who loves me, and who I love, would ever hate me for an accident I didn’t even know about? Now I think about it, it makes sense.
I did point out to him and remind him about a conversation we had about children, and him saying that he’d be freaked out if I got pregnant now because he wouldn’t know what to do.
He looked sheepish and apologised, and re-iterated that he would have wanted to be there for me.
“Promise you won’t keep things from me again? I want to be there for you”.
Awwww.
So things are all happy again in LS-land. I’m happy, we’re both happy. There’s nothing between us now, hanging there like a dark cloud that keeps raining on my parade.
And the sex is even better!
But more on that later.
