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In a perfect world I’d make the transition from mother to sexpot in the exact amount of time it takes to wave at the bus, rip off my clothes and arrange myself provocatively upon the bed.
In the real world, however, inertia rules. Too many tasks — just like dirty clothes, mushrooms and fleas — breed more of the same; even when faced with my partner (whose path must surely have crossed that of the bus), even when he kisses me while shutting the door, even when I breathe in his scent of clean and smoke and barely subdued sex I find it nearly impossible to let go of the thousand bits of work that weigh on my mind so that my body for two brief hours can be allowed to take over.
But moments later I’m on the bed, as provocatively positioned as I can get without giving the impression of trying too hard. Even then guilt whispers that I really should be working instead of doing something so self-indulgent as watching this gorgeous man strip. Finally he is down to his shorts, so tight that his dedication to the scene is in no doubt.
Drawn in, I trace my fingernails down and around the generous curves; I kiss through the thin fabric as he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs down his waistband. His cock leaps free. “Get Daddy hard so he can fuck his little girl,” he growls, and I begin to do my level best.
Transition made.
I can say this with absolute certainty… it sucks loving a woman who can not make that transition.
I can say this with absolute certainty…it’s very hard to make that transition.
I have seen her struggle and fight it for years… she does try very hard. Like you she is in the throws of starting and running a business. That is a consumptive process.
… the more I think about this the more there is to think about this. Fighting against the glacial push of day to day stuff as it crowds out all the things in life that bring joy. Unless you fight back and fight hard you loose out on life and don’t even see your self loosing out… or is that just me?
My problem (and probably most men’s problem): The quick transition back to reality! Most women want to cuddle, spoon, etc. The deed is done, the fluids are finding their way due to gravity, the thoughts uncontrollably find their way back to the forefront of the brain (kids, bills, chores, pressure, pressure, pressure).
Help us! Give me some feedback. How can I and others stay in the mood and not “transition” back to reality after the deed is done?
Simply allow me to say, I have Never noticed a transition point. You have always made the transition so well, that I have never seen it.
It’s there, though I’d prefer that it weren’t. :)
And yet, you are still trying, still making the transition, still fighting with those niggling little voices that won’t shut up. And winning, and making the transition, getting in the mood and off to the races you go.
I’m sure your partner appreciates your efforts. Making that switch can be hard, but at least you are still in there trying and doing your level best. Kudos to you.
– PB
i really wish i didn’t read that first thing in the morning. now i’m all horny.
yeah i get the transition part but it was “Get Daddy hard so he can fuck his little girl,” that had me going.
Heh, yeah. That part kinda got me going too. :)