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Is it the Jose Cuervo, or just the flavor of lime that makes a margharita taste so good to me? It has been my drink of choice for a good number of years now. Before the margharita I went through a rum and coke phase, and before that, I only had a pina colada on a rare occasion. Suddenly, as I ordered my second margharita, I wondered what it was about this drink that has made my drinking habit go from occasional to practically all dinners out and some at home. Or, is it me? I occurs to me that this change in drink habit may coincide with the change in my sexual expression. It was about the same time I liberated myself sensually that I started enjoying a drink. Not that the two seem to have a connection to each other. I've never really drank with my VisionPersonals.com dates (except for the wine I licked off my lover). But perhaps the loosening of sexual inhibitions coincides with some sort of loosening of a hang up about drinking. I know that alcoholism runs in my family. It is something I rarely speak of, but have since childhood been aware and afraid of. I have some childhood memories that still haunt me from time to time and alcohol over consumption was involved. I remember laying afraid in my bed, pretending to sleep, and hoping that I would never grow up and act like my mother. As a and young adult I very rarely drank, but when I did, I realized I had a very low tolerance for alcohol. So, I didn't drink. In the early years of my marriage (like the first 20), it annoyed my husband that I wouldn't share a drink with him. He complained that no one likes to drink alone. So, over the years I ordered many a drink that got played with, sipped a tiny bit, and then discarded, just to be socially acceptable. "Margharita on the rocks, no salt please", ordered with the tone of a woman that knows exactly what she wants. I even know that my tequila of choice is Jose Cuervo. And I know two will make me feel wonderful. Three will make me silly. Four will put me to sleep on the car ride home. And five, well that was a rare instance that helped me feel good on a night I was feeling lousy. I guess it's safe to say that there is a lot more to it that the taste of lime. I suppose the attitude that helped me shrug my sexual inhibitions may also have allowed me to overcome my fear and hang up about alcohol. Whatever it was, last night I enjoyed two margharitas. Icy cold, refreshing lime, and just enough to make me feel wonderful. By the way, just to be respectable.... I had the Diablo Shrimp Fettuccine. Shrimp with tomatoes, capers, onions, green chiles, spinach fettuccine in garlic cream sauce. Yummy, yummy, but too much to eat after sharing appetizers (Bang, Bang Shrimp and Mussels Josephine), bread and salads. So I took home a doggy bag. I did eat my half of the complimentary bowl of ice cream (this gal can always find room for ice cream). And how can you be rude and say no to a gift. A 32nd anniversary wish. So, home I came, all mellow and happy, ready for some sensual pleasures and sexual delight. My husband had prepared, he took 2 viagra (just in case). Unfortunately, he was stressed and emotionally restless so he put on TV, while I went up to prepare for bed. I knew I had lost when I heard him watching the Vice Presidential debate. Okay, there is always Plan B. This gal is prepared. I took out a sampling of toys and played. And I fantasized, and I let all my hang ups come in and play. I used the big, long, black guy to fuck me deep. My ass welcomed "my lover", a white average size dildo. and a rocket vibe performed oral sex on me. I died and felt wonderfully exhausted and blissful. I fell asleep in the loving arms of a guy from here that I want. (Maybe someday it'll be more than fantasy.) Oh, at 2:30, my husband woke me as he sneaked into bed. We consummated the beginning of our 33rd year of marriage. He said I was awesome as he began to snore. I think I want to play some more.... "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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I'm always ready to play with you. Just let me know. You need to be fully satisfied.
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I'd say "happy anniversery" to you both! chas
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