TMI Tuesday - 1/22

I just realized that this post, although set to auto post, did not!  Posting now...a week late, but better late than never!

Thanks to an anonymous TMI Tuesday fan and lurker for this week’s TMI Tuesday questions.

Complete each sentence with an anecdote of sexual adventure or misadventure:

1. The first time I . . .

The first time I had sex with L, it was my birthday.  We had been chatting online and clicked and then met and really clicked.  Unfortunately, I was obligated to go out to dinner with some friends and was becoming horribly pressed for time AND on my period to boot, so I had to leave before I jumped him in the back seat of my car!  The next available time to get together happened to be my birthday.  We met this time at his office after hours.  He led me into a conference room where he had snacks laid out - cheese and veggies and dip - as well as a bottle of champagne.  Now I'm old enough to not much care about birthdays, but I have to admit that I was delighted that he had gone through the trouble.  We snacked, drank and then next thing I knew, I was laid out.  I went home sporting a hickey and I had no idea.  The whole story can be read here.

2. The last time I . . .

...had sex with my husband was 7 years ago.  In the first year L and I were together, I'm fairly positive I had sex more times that my entire 25+ years of marriage.

3. The only time I . . .

...think of sex is when I'm breathing.

4. My best . . .

...sexual encounter with L (to date!) happened just a few months ago.  We were in a hotel, so things were a bit more relaxed and unhurried, not having to watch the time or worry about privacy.  There are a number of things that push my sexual buttons.  I've written about many of them - being restrained, having my neck ravished, being surrounded and overpowered by him to name a few.  This particular sexual encounter involved the spontaneous occurrence of so many of these button-pressing moments at once that I virtually exploded.  It was just sublime.

5. My worst . . .

...experience with L happened when we were caught in a compromising position - by the police.  We had carpooled to an event and when I stopped in a small parking lot to drop L to his car, one thing led to another.  L was supposed to be keeping lookout, but he certainly didn't express any urgency when he said a car pulled into the lot.  It was only when he said someone was getting out of the car and heading over to my vehicle that I became alarmed.  Long story short, we were spoken to and were both horribly embarrassed by the incident.  In retrospect, I was also a bit annoyed by the cop's comment, "...and you're not even young people!"  Bite me, asshole!

BONUS: Everyone, however much experienced, still has some unfulfilled desires. What is at the top of your yet-to-do list?

Well, that would probably be dabbling in consensual non-consent and playing out a (play) rape scene.  To be very clear, I don't condone (real) rape nor wish to minimize the horrible impact it has on those unfortunate to have experienced it.  I explained it at length in a TMI question about fantasies not too very long ago, so I'll choose something else for the purpose of not being repetitive.  Well, actually, I suppose this ties in with the consensual non-consent, in a different way.   I've long held a fantasy - and I'm not even sure if I've ever mentioned this one to him - of L immobilizing me with his rope and having his way with me.  Just being tied up and opened up for his use in whatever way he pleases.  Are you reading, Sweetie? :)