Head Over Heels

According to NG, he is “feeling head over heels” for me.  He’s also out of town again, but this time it’s only a four day trip so his promise not to ever leave me for a long trip ever again still stands untarnished.  He has this theory that I should not have any fun while he’s gone so that I’ll be really happy when he comes home.  After the last trip, when my mother-in-law died and I had a stressful job change, I told him that wouldn’t stand.  He’s no longer allowed to wish me misery while he’s gone.  I knew my dad was having heart surgery today and the last thing I needed was someone hoping I was miserable this week!

I tried to explain to him my philosophy that when he’s out of town, I hope he’s having a good time both because I care about him and because otherwise, his being out of town is a complete waste of valuable time that we could otherwise be spending together.  It also works in reverse.  If I go out of town, I’ll hope he’s having a good time at home both because I care about his happiness and because I’ll feel less guilty for having fun while I’m gone.

I like this philosophy because it’s positive and somewhat altruistic while at the same time maintaining a certain selfish core.  I want him to have a good time both for his sake, and for mine.  Life is about finding balance, after all.  By the end, he seemed to appreciate the concept.  Sadly, I am not having much fun this week, with or without his support.  I’ve mostly been working and doing chores around the house.  It’s good stuff to do but I wouldn’t classify it as fun!

Sex Swing

Wheeee! We tried out the sex swing and it was way more fun than even I thought it would be. It turns out that fur-lined stirrups make it easy to offer some resistance (kind of like if you had your feet against a wall) and the height adjustable straps make previously impossible positions possible. For instance, I can more or less sit up in the swing and he can stand in front of me, grab my hips or the straps and fuck the hell out of me. Since I’m hanging in space, he doesn’t have to do a lot of hip thrusting, he’s pulling and pushing the swing instead. He especially got a kick out of swinging me around the room (hooray for the swivel function!). Guys are forever wanting to toss me around for some reason. Not in a mean, toss me into a wall kind of way, but rather a pick me up over their head like a figure skater kind of way. It must be some sort of deeply seeded acrobat fantasy. Perhaps the circus had a major impact on them when they were kids.

Anyway, the straps under my thighs and behind my back didn’t cut into my skin like I thought they might. We stuck with the very basic, me sitting in the swing with him in front of me position for our first outing. We’re excited to try some others. In particular, there’s one where I’d be on my stomach with my legs in the air and NG standing behind me. We’re thinking it would be good to try that before eating dinner some night.  I’d also like to have him sit in the swing while I go down on him.  Fun stuff!