HNT Corollary

Here is the corollary to our first HNT post. This is the line we teeter along every day. The really hot sex stuff and the really in-your-face parent stuff. Someday we will be able to have sex any time of day in any room of the house... (and be worrying about what kind of sex the kids are doing at college!)

Enjoy!



Here is the first HNT we ever did!




-sweetpea

ps. here we have learned the benefit of stockpiling a couple of pics!

HNT Green

As requested by Osbasso, we are passing along the following important announcement:

IMPORTANT HNT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

WHEREAS: Friday, March 17th is St. Patrick's Day, and

WHEREAS: on that one day, EVERYONE is a little bit IRISH, and

WHEREAS: tradition holds that everyone should wear green on this day, and

WHEREAS: HNT will occur on the day before, and

WHEREAS: OSBASSO claims some Irish heritage,

IT IS HIGHLY URGED that all HNT participants include some bit of green in their next HNT picture.

FURTHERMORE, it is requested that those who read this make mention of it on their own sites, so that the word spreads to one and all, and

FURTHERMORE, it is recommended that, if available, strategically-placed shamrocks, shillelaghs, pots o'gold or leprechauns be employed in said photos.

That's all.

HNT: nipple and shirt

It's all in the texture of the fabric... soft and warm breast, under t-shirt, with the delicious contrast of a hard and moist nipple in the middle.

Mmmm.

-birdman and sweetpea

First Strategy: Sacrifice Sleep for Sex

I have not had my coffee this morning, so bear with me.

Last night (early this morning) we had a wonderful reconnection. Making love the old fashioned way. (well there was some musical positions)

And, we were only interrupted once by the hungry baby. After some eating, it was back to sleep for the baby. Birdman took a cat nap until we could resume the activities.

And resume we did! And we were able to fall asleep intertwined. I sleep so much better when I fall asleep with no minors plastered against me!

So coffee is brewing and I have had some hot sex with my dear birdman. The day is looking good!

Post about posting

I have started a dozen posts in my head this week. Usually while changing diapers, picking up detritus, driving around town...

I seem to have a mental block when I get in front of the computer. (Or a barrel of monkeys jockeying for a spot on my lap)

I feel behind in reading my posts. I have about 2/3 of them listed as having new posts I have not read. I feel even more behind on writing. Be patient with us I ask. If we are silent, it is probably because we are busy doing laundry. (or something equally annoying but necessary)

My laptop is a little sick, though, so I have to be very careful when I use it. That has cut down on the reading time.

One thing I have to mention... I feel like we have arrived in the blogosphere. The wonderfully prolific figleaf is going to blogroll us! That is so cool.

Okay, time to put the laptop to bed.

Let's see if we can a)have some kind of shenanigans and/or b)fall asleep before the bed is boarded by the children.

Who has the time for a great fuck?

I am lying in bed with the laptop. The top half of me is turned to the left the bottom half of me is prone. The lights are dimmed. I am in the mood for sex. I am in the mood for many varieties of sex. I am in the mood for hours of being tied up with some great Abbey rope while birdman trails his fingers over my body.

Oh, did I neglect to mention there is a three year old passed out on my leg? And a sick baby a foot away from the laptop?

With a crazy schedule of illnesses, teething, bad dreams, and birdman trips out of town, how are we supposed to have crazy, loud, mind-blowing sex?

The whole "we have to be quiet so as not to wake the small people in the next room" bit is only exciting for so many times. Quickies can be exciting for only so long.

We have been trying to connect for the last few days. It has only been some masturbation while pressed up against one another kind of week.

Finally this morning, birdman was running late and the children had started in with the PBS shows. We got some physical, "quick lock the door so we can fuck," sex in. Birdman got to come inside me, but the time pressure was too much for me to come with him. Somehow the three year old pounding on the door was too distracting. After birdman went out to talk with the kids, I was able to finish and come while under the covers.

I am not sure where I heard this from, but I think it was from a birdman source. Someone said "sometimes I make love to my wife, sometimes I have sex with my wife, and sometimes I just fuck my wife." Lately it has been a lot of sex and fucking. I am all for sex and fucking, don't get me wrong, but I need some time to make love.

Ironically I want my dear birdman to make love to his wife using some kinky stuff. (ropes and dildos and new lubes, oh my (and some nascent D/s play)) I would guess that most people would think that was oxymoronic. *shrug* That is just me (and us) I guess.

Now the three year old has been removed and the infant is passed out. We will see what the night brings us. We are both shattered as birdman's british relatives would say, and it is only Monday night!

How do you all (not sure how many of "you all" there might be) balance the kids with the sex? I know as they get older it will get better, but any hints before then?