Today's Thoughts

1. It was nice to read Dee’s responses, though I’m really not sure about “Panties.” For me that word conjures up thoughts of the large white contraptions worn by grandmothers. I think it’s ‘cuz that’s what my mother called female underwear. She insisted that men wore underwear, and women wore panties, and there isn’t a whole lot that’s less sexy than your mother’s underwear.

2. I’ll give her another idea to post after she gets settled at work, and lets me know she wants it.

3. It’s been a couple weeks now since the last time we tried to participate in the HNT thing. Not sure we’ll get to it this week, either. Kinda bummed about that, and kinda not, and by that I mean…

4. … I keep complaining about my energy level being at an all time low, but it is. Which leaves me unmotivated, uncreative, and maybe even slightly depressed-feeling. And…

5. … My sex drive seems to be at a record low tide. I'm here thinking of things I might blog about (something which usually at least turns my thoughts towards what possibilities might exist for the evening), and I don’t feel even a mild stirring in the body. I’m in bed with a naked wife at the end of every day, and haven’t had a sexual though in my head in days. Granted, I did have a number of urges over the weekend (five, if I remember right), but those moments stand out against the backdrop of the last couple weeks like bright beacons… and one of the other reasons is because they were very transitory thoughts – along the lines of “Wow, she’s really looking good… I could totally just bend her over and… uh… oh… never mind.”

6. According to the rules (and a reminder sent this morning from Dee), today is the day when I am required to submit a specific sexual adventure or experience (meaning one in which orgasms are part of the package) that I wish her to make real within the next six months. So I have to come up with something, which might be hard to do, since I’m not feeling terribly creative, and decidedly un-sexual.

7. Speaking of which, I’m not a schmuck… yet. But I’ve gotta be getting close now. Our rules state that Dee must provide me with a suggestion for a non-sexual adult adventure (meaning an orgasm isn’t necessarily part of the package) on January 1, and I have to make it real within six months. Her request: take her to a strip club for a night out. Now, it’s been three months, and I haven’t even really given it a thought, let alone plan anything. My wife has asked me to take her to a strip club, and invited me to enjoy the sight of naked women, live and in person… and I haven’t done so. What kind of a yo-yo does that make me?

8. And even as I’m typing these things, my email inbox has popped up with another incoming flood of work (just as it did a couple weeks ago, and just as it did again last week)… making me feel even more tired, and more sick of everything, and more in need of a vacation. Seven new issues scanned and emailed from one branch office in the last five minutes. It’s going to be another one of those… weeks.