If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you may have heard me rambling on about how excited I’ve been to get a new camera courtesy of my amazing sex toy reviewing Friend, Mistress Kay. Just last week it finally arrived on my doorstep, I was so excited that I’d be able to participate in Wanton Wednesday once again. Then I saw this tweet…
I was crushed, so Of course I had to stick my big old hand up to take over as temporary hostess for Wanton Wednesday… Sadly due to internet issues that I’m blaming on the insane Queensland floods and crazy weather I wasn’t able to be online this morning to get this weeks Wanton Wednesday Post up (thankfully Lilly still got this weeks post out) – but I’m still participating and will be on the ball ready to take over full hostess duties next week.
Now as most people know Dangerous Lilly is a pretty fantastic sex blogger and although she’s lending me the reigns for her Wanton Wednesday Baby she is, as always still working on more amazing sex blogging things – the latest of which is her Erogenous Zones Series. Basic idea is each week she will be posting about an area of the body, an Erogenous zone that all us sex bloggers can come together and craft our own blog posts about that weeks Erogenous zone.
And so I’m kind of going with this weeks area – The Face – and also using it for my Wanton Wednesday Photo. Well, it’s my eye, but hey that’s a part of my face.
As for the actual Erogenous Zones post I only have a short piece to say about my face.
When it comes to my face it is an area that has long been neglected as an area that can conjure up all kinds of sexual interest, I forget the last time any one really looked at my face, but I do remember one very, very special, somewhat romantic moment involving my face.
The first night I was with B, I was so scared to meet him, so scared to be having sex with someone new after such a long time with the same person, so scared that I took some valium to calm my nerves. At one post coital moment I kinds curled up beside him almost falling asleep. My head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me in a way that gave his fingers access to my face. He took his thumb and started making gentle down-ward strokes on my forehead between my eyes. Stroking my forehead, just like I had done with my son as a baby and just as he had done for his own son too. His thumb lulled me into sleep.
In that small moment I felt more loved than at any other moment in my life.
See you next week – as long as the weather lets up!