Enchiladas and Orgasms

Yesterday -

I haven't given up on my search to lose a pound. I started my day with my 3.27 mile walk. I came home, showered, paid some bills, talked to Vlad and blah, blah, blah. We went to Coolidge for lunch. Since I am a chef it is often expected that I make these rich lavish dinners every night for Michael. The thing is I am a chef on a perpetual diet. I rarely eat what I make. Almost every night Michael and I have chicken and fresh greenbeans or steak and broccoli. We eat healthy. Vlad and I decided to make enchiladas yesterday. I bought all the low fat ingredients so Michael and I wouldn't feel bad about indulging. It's a good thing too. Michael loved them. I won't disclose how many he ate, but he definitely enjoyed them.

After a long day of taking care of business and getting things nice for Michael I decided to walk another 3.27 miles. I came home and Michael was already looking at me with the frisky eyes. I told him no. I wanted to get in the door and cool off a little. I think some times Michael reads more into what I say then necessary. I meant just what I said. Not right now. This translates to "not right now". I would like to stop sweating, maybe get a glass of water, take my sweaty clothes off. That doesn't mean I don't want to have sex for the entire rest of the night.

Later we were in bed and he wasn't talking. Michael doesn't usually talk that much, but he wasn't talking at all. Then I start wiggling. So I asked him," Are you jerking off?" He said, "Not really. Kind of." So I told him I didn't think we were communicating very well when it came to sex. I did want to have sex a little earlier in the evening, but I didn't really want to right then. I thought he might try to come on to me before whacking his pud. So then he asked me if I wanted to have sex. I was kind of indifferent about it. So he asked about having a quickie. So I agreed. I felt a little funny about it, because I wasn't into it. I was basically just doing it for him. He takes care of my needs so I thought what the fuck. It felt weird though because it was the first time I really wasn't into it. I didn't moan or anything. I felt bad, like I should be doing or saying something to urge him on. I was totally focused on him getting off, but then a little thought crept into my mind. ((((Flashback 1995)))))

Michael: Have you always had good sex with all your partners?

Oddgirl: I really can't remember past my last partner because I was with him for a long time. I don't think so. Have you?

Michael: No. I remember this girl I fucked. She didn't do anything.

Oddgirl: Anything?!?!?

Michael: No. Nothing. She just laid there. There is nothing worse then fucking a girl that does nothing.

So you can see my concern. I never have worried about sex with Michael. We have great sex all of the time. This was a new experience for both of us. I asked him if he minded that nothing happened with me. He said it didn't bother him and I felt better. I guess both of us have been so used to each others bodies, reactions, and orgasms for such a long time it was strange to both of us for one of us not to have a climax. I decided instead of looking at it as something a little awkward I should look at it as amazing. It's amazing because I have had an orgasm every time I have had sex for the last nine years with Michael. That's more than I can say for most women. So here's to you Michael.