Some of you have written about massages you have had--full body massages. What I need specifically is something to calm down the tension in my back and shoulders and neck. The sides/back of my neck can get stiff.
It wasn't feeling good last Saturday.
A bouquet of them. Shall I elaborate? 1. I still had a news story and editorial to write for the news part of the paper. 2. We'd be short-handed on Monday--the editor took a day off for whatever. 3. A board that I chair had to move its monthly meeting from Wednesday morning to Monday. 4. I had to take my car in for a wheel alignment. 5. I've got a doctor's appointment Tuesday afternoon. Yearly checkup type thing.
All those things were each adding their little invisible lumps on my neck. Little guys swinging their hammers, and I was feeling the impact. But I had to go visit my mom at the nursing home on Saturday afternoon. I took a Tylenol for my neck before leaving. As I was driving out of town, I turned to my wife.
"I know what's causing it," I said. "Stress, stress, stress. Pressure, pressure, pressure. Worry, worry, worry." I have a lot "on my plate" right now. Doing more now and enjoying it less.
Last Friday, by the way, was the one-year anniversary of the day my mom hurt her back, setting in motion the whole series of events that has put her in the nursing home and left me to handle her affairs. (If you don't know, she had two boys, and I'm the one who's still living. My dad died 10 years ago.)
I really didn't want to go, but I had to--for her sake. Because I wanted to make her happy. She is having problems with her nerves more often and had an attack while we were there. Then it passed, and she cried. It was the last "nice" day before cooler weather would be moving in, but she didn't feel like going out. Her nerves were too much of a problem on this day.
So after the visit we did a little shopping, got supper and then drove home. We got back about 8:30, dropped off David at his apartment and headed for home.
We sat on the couch and watched something on TV for a while. I can't remember what. I think I checked the news on the laptop for a while, got caught up on the sports news and saw how far behind I was on blog alerts. Then the kitties got fed, and we went upstairs to bed.
I was beat. I mean, I was tired. Very tired. But guess what? She wanted to play.
For our long drive on Friday, I suggested she wear a button-front blouse, so I could play with the buttons. It makes for a little merriment to help pass the time. But she was already dressed and said she would wear something buttoned for our trip on Saturday.
On Saturday, she wore a buttoned blouse, under a fleece sweater, under a jacket. And she had a bra on underneath it, which is getting unusual for her. In any case, I wasn't in a naughty/playful mood Saturday for our drive, with my worries weighing me down. Didn't attempt to do anything with the buttons.
When we sat on the couch that night, after the trip, she had changed into a beige top with snaps, and the bra was gone.
Snaps can be tons of fun. With the proper move, they can go pop-pop-pop, and all is revealed. Flashback: Back in early August, when we were visiting Green Bay, we walked down to the motel lobby to get some ice. Walking back down the hallway to our room, I thought what the heck. Pop-pop-pop. All was revealed. She got embarrassed and tried to pull her shirt back together, but I pulled it open. There's nobody here, I said. And if someone sees, so what? She walked down the hall with her blouse open. About a half hour later, when we went to bed and I started playing with her pussy, I discovered how turned-on she had gotten. We had a good night's sleep!
But on this night I was just too tired and achy. She may have even undone a snap herself while we were downstairs. (This is as sexy as she is capable of behaving, believe me!) and brought out a bottle of Mike's Hard Raspberry Lemonade. One bottle. We passed it back and forth while watching whatever we were watching.
"Let's go upstairs," I said. "I'm tired." I said that because ... I was tired. Very tired. I just wanted to sleep. But when I got to bed, I discovered she was sans nightie. Since she doesn't masturbate, I'm the only one who can touch her fun parts and make her feel good. I rubbed her breasts and pussy, and she touched my penis, which was as uninterested as I was. It's all on my achy shoulders--she doesn't do oral sex. Ever. I tried and tried to conjure up some fantasy that would get me going. Nothing worked. My brain and body just wanted to sleep.
I finally decided that at least I can make her happy, so I started rubbing her where she wanted to be rubbed. As she moaned, I tried so hard to get some kind of fantasy working. Something in a bar or convenience store/gas station where pop-pop-pop happens. Or she's in some top that turns out to be really, really transparent. Or something of a sheer fabric. Or a short dress while she decided to get rid of the panties. Or something. Penis, isn't there anything you're interested in?
And as she was moaning and twitching, something happened. It quaked. It moved. I managed a massive three-inch erection. An erection as hard and sturdy as a bag of rice. An erection that would make you burst out laughing if you saw it. "Who's this little guy?" you'd ask.
But no matter. Any port in a storm. MiniMe was inserted, she moaned, I squeezed her boobs, she shook her hips a little, and MiniMe fired off his little tiny popgun.
The earth moved a little bit. 2.0 on the Richter scale. Then it stopped. We cuddled for a little while. And then--and only then--could I reach the goal line I had been striving for all day, the only place I wanted to be, the only thing I wanted to do.
I rolled over and was asleep within seconds.
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