By ten a.m. the groundwork was in place. “I’ll buy a bottle of wine,” I said. “And if you’re willing I’d love to give you a foot massage.”
“Are you kidding,” he wrote back. “Of course I’m willing.”
Considering the power of a good foot massage, it finally crossed my mind that the evening might call for more than just wine, good conversation and silicone lube for the foot massage. I tested this realization against the sadness I’ve been endeavoring to shake. “Have fun,” said the sadness. “We’ll wait.”
I checked my toy box; the only supplies currently residing there were hopelessly out of date. As I cleared from my bedroom three months’ worth of dust which had accumulated since the last time it was used for any purpose other than sleeping I mulled over how best to ask him to rectify the situation. “Are you going to come prepared?” was too coy; “Bring condoms!” too crass. Also rejected were “Do you think we’ll have sex? If we do, you’ll have to bring the condoms because I’m out,” “Will you please fuck me ’til I scream, and if ‘yes’ will you stop on the way to buy condoms?” and “What kind of condoms do you prefer?”
I was on the verge of writing the whole thing off as a bad idea. After three years spent mostly with one person my seductions skills had rusted shut. If I’d lost my touch to the point that I couldn’t figure out how to ask a man to bring condoms I should hang it up. Right next to my vagina. Which surely was full of cobwebs. And creaky.
Then it hit me. How old are you, I asked myself. What year is it? Who are you?
As I strode downstairs to amend my shopping list I thought I am 41 years old. It is 2010. I am XXXXXX, and if I’m considering having sex on my date then I can buy the goddamn condoms myself.
Problem solved.
The footrub and massage are always winners. And since I have a mild latex allergy, I buy my own condoms. Relax and do what feels right.
And if you’re ever near FL, I’ll be happy to lube your feet. :)
I’ve been slip-sliding around the house all day. Finally had to mop the floor. :)
Having had another fun experience involving a dropped lube bottle and tile flooring in the bedroom mopping the floor is a damn good idea. lol
This made me smile. :)
Go get ‘em tigeress …
Is the XXXXXX part “am a grown woman” or your non-AAG name? Just wondering. I would personally use “am a grown-ass woman.” : )
My non-aag name. :)
Those moments when you discover that you really are grown-up are startling sometimes! Hope you got a chance to clear the cobwebs.
I want a foot massage!
My gf and I have been experimenting with “female condoms” lately with some success (and a lot of fun). They’re a bit pricey but worth checking out if you’re interested in something a little different.
That aside I tend to personally prefer Durex Avantis. Nice heat transfer, no latex, and enough girth that they’re comfortable for people who have trouble with other brands.
Hello, first of all, I write from Germany and I hope my english will good enough to understand !
Yes, so a footmassage can be make real wonders. And suddenly you see what all loose ! :) Simple past: Condoms !
But, and that is the questions, why people so afraid to buy condoms !? I mean everybody knows what to do with it is ! And if everybody know what to do with it is, they know that you have a sexlive. And that, is that bad or good ? I think all people want to have a good sexlife ! Or ?
Also, if we buy condoms, then we show that we have a good sexlife !! And we take thr trusting of all, what comes with this.
Ok, I know, my english is bad, but I hope you know what I mean !
Nice greets from Germany
HoM
Condoms, Rose! Condoms, condoms, condoms!
Haha, I needed that laugh to start the work week. Thanks. Hope you had a great time! :)
I’m sure nearly everyone has seen the Durex “Get it on” viral video? If not I linked it above and it’s http://youtu.be/t5sTBrs4fhQ
Squeaky, squeaky!