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Hi everybody! Long time no blog. I was teasing Richard about just jumping in with a picture and then talking about a particular event (”Cum Here Often?”), without explaining what’s been going on with us for the last little bit. What a guy.

Soooo I thought I’d just give you a quick update of the last few months. At least as much as I can without giving too many details about my job, etc. It feels weird to be posting again. I think it’s easy to get out of the habit, and then it takes some major “activation energy” to start doing it again. I really had to make myself sit down and write tonight. I’m feeling a bit shy and unsure of exactly what to say, I guess from lack of practice.

As some of you know, I have been wrestling with migraines since December. It’s only been in the last month that I have been mainly pain-free. (And many, many thanks for the great suggestions from y’all - several of them helped quite a bit. I’m managing it now with acupuncture, occasional Imitrex, and cautious use of the computer and driving, my main triggers.) It has been challenging for me not to become discouraged and depressed about the pain. Hats off to all of you who have dealt with years of chronic pain with grace and good humor.

Professionally, the last year has been extremely challenging but also very rewarding. I am happily entering a much lower-pressure period now and I’m looking forward to getting back to the rest of my life - writing this blog, gardening, cooking, exercising regularly. If it weren’t for Richard, I would not now be saying that this was a rewarding year, only that it was challenging. Because of his support - emotional, intellectual, logistical - I feel like I’ve entered a new level of productivity. Really, I haven’t done this level of work since before my children were born. And that’s with a recurring migraine - wow. It is great to have a partner.

As you know, my best friend Megan lived with us for a couple of months. It was wonderful having her with us and I would have loved for her to stay longer. I miss having her as part of our daily life. But she got stolen away by a wonderful sadist. Honestly, just the greatest guy you can imagine. She was swept off her feet and, once I met him and spent time with him, I understood why. Handsome, smart, funny, mellow…and apparently deliciously evil in private. I think my Megan has finally met her match, and met her life partner. I am so happy for her. And I miss her (did I say that already?)

During the time that we weren’t blogging regularly, our one-year blog-iversary and our one-year anniversary as a married couple passed. I told Richard “I guess I’m not a bride anymore.” But he said we’re not really married until Elvis marries us (he wants to renew our vows in Vegas - ew). I guess I’ll be living in sin for quite some time.

I look back over this year and so much has happened, it’s hard to believe. Sometimes I think that I’ve changed so much - going from being one of the most independent women I know and one of the most vanilla and inexperienced, to being…a Daddy’s girl, an owned woman, a sex toy. Mostly, though, I think that I’ve finally come home. I am finally myself, whole and complete. That has released an enormous amount of joy and energy and creativity. I owe all this to Richard. I am so grateful.

Well, I’ve certainly rambled, and I’m not sure if I’ve told you everything I meant to. Richard mentioned the hideous spam problem we had to deal with. I guess that’s it. Remind me if I’ve forgotten something. I’m eager to get back to writing and I promise next time it will be something sexy.

xoxoxoxoAmy

Go ahead.  I dare you.

No, seriously, we’ve been getting about 1,000 spam comments a week, so I’ve been tinkering with the comment settings.

Everything should be back to normal now, and hopefully the filters in place will solve our spam problem.

So comment away - we have time to read them now!

Amy and I were getting dressed the other day, and she took a little too long to find a top.

She had a skirt and panties on, but seemed to have a little difficulty getting that last little bit of coverage on, and those naked full breasts just seemed to cry out for attention.

Or not. Whatever. Attention is what they got.

I surprised her by coming up behind her as she looked through a drawer, and began to run my hands lightly over her body, touching the outside edges of her breasts. I stayed away from her nipples, just to tease her, but that was challenging enough for me as well. Just love those nipples…

Anyway, I took her by the arms from behind and moved her over to the bed, and slipped her skirt off her hips, and slid her unneeded panties off as well. A quick push had her on the bed, where I joined her, and wrapped her hair around my hand as I directed her mouth to my cock.

All well and good, but not what I wanted for long, so I pulled her up onto the bed, and let my mouth travel down over her protests and breasts down her belly and between her thighs. I nibbled the less dangerous places first, then slowly began to explore her sensitive parts.

I could sense things weren’t working for her; Amy lay quiet and almost immobile, quite different from the moaning and physically reponsive woman I usually find when I do this, but it had been a while, and I knew I was out of practice. No matter. I’m enjoying it, and she always takes much longer to cum from oral than when she is masturbating, so I relax and continue exploring.

I reach up and play roughly with her nipples, and get an immediate response from her. No surprise there - handle her nipples and her eyes glaze over almost immediately - probably the only thing that can stop her in mid sentence,

I have my mouth on her soft fine pussy, and my fingers tweaking her nipples, I begin to settle in, and suddenly Any convulses.

WTF?

Quiet gasps, her thighs clamping together, as she rocks gently on the bed.

I’m so amazed I forget to be aroused.

Amy keeps cumming, hard, her body fully committed now, and I help her ride through it, until she calms a little, then starts to giggle.

I intended to fuck her, but I’m too distracted.

I hold her in my arms as the final, slow aftershocks run their course, and she can talk again,

I think she’s more embarrassed than thrilled. She doesn’t cum this easy, and we have fun teasing about it. A bit of a change, for sure. I think both of us are thinking th word “slut” but we don’t mention it until half a day later, when Amy hazards a guess that she’s becoming one.

She might be right, something I tested out the following day, which I will explore in my next post on this!

A little shot of Amy nude, just to get things rolling right.