"Let's do something different," he said.
"Different like what?" I asked.
"You know, in bed."
I turned to him and he had that glint in his eye.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
The last time we tried something different a bunch of teenagers caught us in flagrante having sex in the park near our house. It was highly embarrassing to say the least especially since we both are respected college professors. Naturally, I was leery this time.
"Well, nothing too crazy," he started.
"Oh, will it at least be in the house this time?" I asked.
"That's not fair," he protested. "I didn't know those kids were having a party in the park that night!"
"We were lucky they weren't our students," I reminded him.
He sighed, "I know."
"No hammock?"
He blushed. "No hammock."
He had a bright idea that sex in a hammock would be fun. He bought a big hammock and strung it up between two trees in our back yard. I asked him if he had strung it tight enough and he said he had. We climbed in and started fooling around and just when we got to stroking really good, a couple of strings popped and we both fell on our butts.
Well, actually, he fell on his butt and I fell on top of him. He strained his back and was out of commission for nearly a month.
Then there was the "motion lotion" that was supposed to stimulate my lady parts and make my orgasm more intense. Neither of us knew I was allergic to the stuff and instead of stimulating me, it burned like holy hell and we couldn't make love for a few days till my coochie cooled off.
So yes, I was a bit wary when my darling man spoke of "something different." We hadn't had much good luck with "something different."
But I loved my brave Lothario and I was willing to try things with him. He was clearly the most amazing man I had ever met and he was clever and funny and gorgeous. He had dark brown hair and beautiful dark eyes that looked like brown velvet. His eyelashes were long and thick and just what most women would have paid a king's ransom for.
He was just under 6 feet tall and had a nice body and a very cute little bubble butt. His smile was bright enough to light up a room and he had big dimples and a darling rosebud mouth. I was happier with Kirby than I had ever been in my life. He made me laugh till I cried sometimes and then he would take me in his arms and make love to me till I was screaming.
Really. The neighbors had called the cops on us twice.
Kirby was a brilliant physicist and he taught classes but he also worked on some projects dealing with astronomy and black holes. He also played bass guitar and sang in a rock band and he was kind of famous for that. He was 50 years old and looked like he was 30.
Not a line in his face or a sag or a bag. His skin was perfect. He had a few gray hairs but it looked kind of sexy honestly. He looked good in a tight pair of jeans and better in shorts. He had big thick sexy thighs and I loved them. I love a man with sexy thighs.
Lots of his female students had been batting their eyes at him but I had put them on notice that I would beat the living shit out of the first girl who put her hands on him. I was in no mood to compete with a hot ass 20 year old who wanted my man. I'd karate chop the little whore right in the throat if she got pushy.
I also taught at the university but I taught English -- specifically Southern Literature. Faulkner was my specialty. Our offices were in different buildings but we managed to keep close to each other each day. I went to his office or he came to mine and we had lunch or...er...whatever... together.
Our lunchtime interludes were hot and steamy and so much fun! We had Sirius XM in the offices so we put on some music -- sometimes classic rock and other times classic r&b or smooth jazz or just some cool jazz and we managed to have fun on the couch, in our chair, on the desk, on the floor, even up against the wall. Ok, that one was a little strange but we ended up laughing and scratched that one off the list of things to try.
Kirby had written several books but in one, he had spoken at length about me. I loved the way he describes me and how he feels about me so I borrow it quite frequently.
"I am lucky enough to have met the most wonderful woman on this planet -- or any other in my estimation. My Anna is not only brilliant and beautiful, she is sweet, loving, loyal, kind and understanding.
Did I mention beautiful?
Anna is petite and has all the right curves in the right places. She wears her hair in braids which I love. She has beautiful brown skin and big dark brown eyes that are glowing all the time. Her lips are so lush and sexy that I could kiss her all day every day. For a short little thing, she has a round delicious ass and long shapely legs and the sweetest tits this side of heaven.
A few silly asses have asked me why I have a black woman as my girlfriend and I say why not? I fell madly in love with her once I looked into her eyes and by the time I touched her and saw how downright amazing she is, I was hooked. I've never met a woman like her and I fall in love with her more every single day.
She is an English professor here at the same university where I work and I know very well I have to make an appearance every once in a while to keep any of the Big Men On Campus from getting any cute ideas about her. She's MINE all MINE and I'm fully prepared to kick a young ass if I have to. Lucky for me, she isn't turned on by the young hunks so I am blessed to have all her attention to myself.
She is loving and supportive and has a great sense of humor and she indulges all my wild ideas and promotions with a smile. And she's beautiful. I did say that, didn't I? Well, she is. And she is sexy as hell. I love her madly."
See why I love him?
But anyway, "something different....." Ok.
Apparently he had come up with something really cool this time. He was all excited. But Kirby gets excited a lot so I just had to wait and see what he had planned.
I was going to take a long leisurely bath that night and I was going to rub myself down in my favorite scented oil. I had laid out the peach colored nightie that he loves. It's sheer and it is floor length but it has a sexy slit up to my hip almost and he loves that. It gets his motor going so I love to wear it for him.
He asked me not to take my bath till after he had finished working on something so I decided to lie down and wait for him. I had a glass of wine while I went through the channels on television. He came breezing past me and went into his bathroom and I thought he was going to take a bath with me but he came back out and went back into the office again. I had no idea what he was doing so I just watched television.
Uh, yes, we each have our own bathroom. It makes for a very happy relationship. His has a very large shower that we use when we want to shower together and mine has a large Jacuzzi.
