Do you know what that is on the left? It’s a pile of my nighties, those which might best be called negligees. I found a stash of them yesterday when I was sorting kid stuff, and I brought them back out of storage and back into the bedroom. Ladies, there is a time and a place for comfy cotton jammies, and there is a time and place for slinky and silky, too. Don’t ever forget that keeping your Ken entertained at home is a good idea, and can be lots of fun for you, too. His mind is going to wander during the day–an average of 12 times a minute I believe the stats say– to sex. Making sure it wanders to YOU at those times is fairly easy, if you give it just a few seconds’ thought.
You know girls, we have a lot to do with how our men act in bed. Hear me out, now. If you have a man who finishes way too soon for your tastes, ask yourself a couple of questions: am I into the sex, or do I act like I’m doing him a huge favor? If you act like you are doing him a favor, he may be hurrying to get through and quit “bugging you”. OTOH, if you get into it and enjoy it on a consistent basis, then it encourages him to take the time to make sure you both reach your desired destination, if you get my drift.
Umm, no illustrative link or image today. You know how to use Google, right?
I like this Camelot Bedding Set. Isn’t it gorgeous?? Blue is one of my favorite colors, after pink and red. Ken says no pink bedroom, though I don’t see why. And red is racy, even for me, and while it might make for a festive room, it probably wouldn’t be very restful. So, blue it is. Unless I change my mind, which I might do any number of times between now and the time I actually make my purchase.
I decided yesterday that I need more thigh high hose. I was out of pantyhose and so I put the pair you see on instead. They felt so good as I smoothed them on, with no contortions and tugging like pantyhose require. Also, Ken was watching me get dressed and he was all over that stuff. Oh yes. I do see a new garter belt in my future, too.
When I was a little girl, I had a butt load of Barbie dolls. I kept them and all their clothes in a five gallon pickle bucket, and I amused myself for hours, helping that little plastic doll live a perfect life. I wanted to be Barbie back then because she had that handsome husband, and those cute little itty bitty molded hair babies. Today, I still want to be Barbie, but my reasoning has changed. Today, I’m 40-something, with a handsome husband and a passel of real-haired kids, and I still want to be Barbie because that bitch has everything.