A little bit of cleavage

Today’s Exponent post got me thinking about my own relationship to my breasts, which is complex.  When I was a teen and realized that my breasts got me a lot of attention from guys, I realized that I could use them to my advantage.  I knew that guys wanted them and as soon as I let them under my shirt, they were pretty helpless (why is that??).  It seemed to whet their appetites and leave them wanting more.  This undeniable attraction that guys had with my chest was mystifying even as I marveled that it held such sway and used that to my advantage.

As I’ve gotten older, I’m still often amazed at how a small bit of cleavage can catch the attention of almost any man (and some women, too, but I’m just now starting to notice that). Even in my most professional of relationships, I can catch a guy’s eyes darting down to my chest. And I wonder, what is going through his mind when he does that? What is he hoping to see? Does it arouse him? Does it send mixed messages about my intentions? Or is it just plain curiosity?

I still seem to enjoy the power that my breasts wield–even though mine are far from being as perky and as attractive as they were 20 years ago. They create a kind of marker between me and the men around me that signals our differences and the potential for danger and/or illicit behavior. I can’t think of another body part that so readily achieves this type of nuanced communication–that suggests “I am woman and you are man” and hints at an ensuing tension between us.

Gratitude

So this is a bit of an obligatory gratitude post given that this is Thanksgiving week and all.  But I am feeling very grateful so here’s a short list of things that I’m thankful about today (not in any particular order):

penises (and penis shaped objects), backrubs, orgasms, multiple orgasms, sweet talk, fluttery kisses on my neck, harder bitey kisses on my shoulders, my DH’s January appt for a vasectomy (sweet Jesus, am I grateful for that one), clean sheets, dirty sheets (heh), his hands, my hands, and all manner of handiwork, did I mention orgasms?, breasts, those hard muscle’s in DH’s calves, the way his hair tickles my face when he’s on top, lube, latex, silk, candlelight, when the kids go to bed early, when DH goes to work late, lunch hours, dinner dates, trying new things, falling back on old favorites, giggles, moans, heavy breathing, and knowing that as time goes on it only gets better…

What are you feeling grateful for?

More Bloggernacle Sex

Surely by now you’ve seen the most recent post at FMH about sex–specifically addressing sexual dysfunction in marriage (methinks the author should spend some time reading Visitor Center posts with her hubby).

Also, recently two other LDS-themed sex sites have come to my attention:

Good in Bed: a place for LDS women to discuss sex (h/t to fmh readers)

Celestial Sex: discussing sex and other taboo LDS topics (h/t to Joseph)

Does anyone else out there know of other LDS sex sites besides these?

Getting girly again

I just started back on hormone-based birth control recently, after a few months of being off of it–the return to the BC being highly motivated by an ‘accident’ that led to a frantic trip to the grocery store for some rather spendy Plan B.  I have mixed feelings about taking hormones, and will be pretty happy when DH gets the snip so this is no longer a concern for us.  However, there do seem to be some positive side-benefits to the hormones.  For one thing, my libido returns to a level that seems far more ‘normal.’

The little blue pill

I recently acquired access to a dose of Viagra and have been toying with the idea of taking it.    From what I’ve read, most women don’t get much, if any, effect from the blue pill.  But I’m really just curious enough to try it–you know, in the interest of science and all.

Am I crazy???

The little things

Sometimes it’s the “little things” that make me the happiest in my relationship with my husband.  Just this past 24 hours he’s done two things that were so small, yet gave me such a thrill.

Looking for a little turn on?

So you’re sitting at your computer and you’re interested in a bit of titillation.  Where do you go?  Do you have a favorite sexy website?  Do you send a naughty email to your spouse?  Do you watch a youtube clip of a love scene from your favorite flick?  Or do you google search for pics of your favorite model/rockstar?

Do tell! 

why I love/hate my boobs

The other day I was weighing myself (I’ve been trying to lose a bit of weight) and on a whim I put the scale up on the kitchen table and weighed my boobs.  I have a kind of love/hate relationship with my chest.  I  love that other people find it attractive, but I hate how inconvenient it is to be ‘well-endowed’–clothes don’t fit so well, supportive bras are expensive, and there’s just the constant shoulder pain.

Does this happen to you, too?

Via xkcd:

Red, White and MILF

Via Salon…