An interesting last many hours in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

BE FOREWARNED

The following entry may contain “Too Much Information” and/or contain material of a graphic adult nature. While that means this could be entered into my more graphic book built for explicit content, I am putting it here. This decision was made for the following reasons:
1) This book is intended to be a book of Life Events as Logged by me to stand as a record of my life, emotions, and perspective in the moments of its writing.
2) The explicit book is intended to largely be a place for creativity, discussion of fantasy, or intentionally arousing material written in the hopes of satisfying my brain’s sexual urges and/or stimulate myself or others to arousal.
3) Writing in the Explicit Book makes me feel an obligation to make the writing descriptive, graphic, overtly sexual… what I intend to write today should not have any expectations but should simply be a retelling of a life event.

Begin:

As one might imagine… I was 100% completely and totally drained at the end of work yesterday. Between Tuesday’s Jury Trial and Thursday’s Bench Trial… I had been in court for trial a combined total of 13 hours this week. If you’re having trouble quantifying that in your head, I think I have an analogy. Pretend you are required to give a speech about a topic you know but you won’t be given the topic until the day of the speech. Also, you have 3 days to complete giving the speech but you are required to speak for 13 hours. You can break those 13 hours up over the 3 days, but no single day can have less than 3 hours of speech. SO… you speak for a minimum of 3 hours per day with a potential maximum of 7 hours on one day. That was me.

So on the drive home, I picked up some dark soda (Dr. Pepper) because I knew for certain I was going to do a little drinking. Just a few drinks and video games to kind of veg. Then I arrived home, put the soda in the fridge, and went to sit in the living room. Wife was watching Z Nation and confessed to not having done much during the day. I kind of only half heard her, half watched the program… because I was mostly just laying on my back in the middle of the floor of the living room… super sleepy and just… existing. I remained like that for about 90 minutes to 2 hours. Wife then asked me for a drink… typically, she likes Gin and Tonics these days. But she requested a Whiskey and Dark Soda. I poured her one and poured myself one. Delivered her drink and went downstairs to play video games.

As is sometimes my habit, as I was playing video games my laptop was playing videos. These videos will range from Music to News to Video Game Tips to Porn. You may ask, “Chris, if you’re playing a video game, why do you also have videos playing?” Excellent question. To answer that, I would direct you to the Nature of the Attorney. An attorney is a creature that must always be thinking about multiple things at once. While the attorney may be holding a meeting about Legal Ramifications of a Business Merger, they may also be working on a brief regarding the Tax Implications of Liquidating A Business, they may also be thinking about strategies in a Criminal Defense case. This is simply the nature of the business. So one excellent way to simply allow my brain to go numb is to occupy my hands, some of my attention, and portions of my brain with Video Games while occupying the rest of my attention and the remainder of my brain with Videos. Anyway Thursday evening, the videos playing were porn. Not to excite or arouse, though I was certainly open to the possibility, but mostly to categorize and continue my intellectual pursuits in the area. Do I have a type? How have my preferences remained, changed, or altered? Is there a psychological relevance to my preference for POV? At what point did my brain solidify the concept that, no matter what the woman looked like, the pencil skirt professional look was always going to be arousing? These kinds of thoughts.

It was nearing 7:30 and I had finished my drink. So I decided it was an appropriate time to go upstairs, inquire about dinner, and get a refill. Maybe show Wife some of the videos of the Borderlands Panel at PAX as, even if she didn’t care about the video games mentioned, she would certainly be interested in acquiring the announced “Tiny Tina Robot Tea Party” tabletop game that they announced. I had found a place to pause my game and I grabbed my empty glass. Then I heard the sound of the stairs creaking, indicating Wife is descending. She came down in her Kuchi Kopi sweatshirt and panties, no trousers. So obviously, Captain Obvious (me) states “You have no pants on.” She says, “Yes. I was shaving my legs. Which is irritating because I never seem to get all of it.” She had with her a plastic food container and I asked what it was. She replied that she was bringing dinner down to me. I was.... very surprised by this. I sat down and grabbed the lotion and started rubbing her bare legs. I like legs. Then when I was finished, I told her I was going upstairs to refill my drink. She requested I refill hers as well. I went upstairs, refilled both drinks and returned to the basement.

The way our basement is situated, I had a small wooden table in the center of the room to hold my laptop, my drinks, and various notes I had taken on whatever game I was playing. But when I returned to the basement, that table had been moved and the center of the room was wide open. Again, Captain Obvious with “You moved the table.” Wife was wrapped up in her super comfy Basement Blanket and said “Yeah!” But the energy of her statement and the smile on her face screamed mischief. I handed her the drink and bent to kiss her. She kissed back rather passionately, and I became far more erect than I had been while passively watching porn. She dropped the blanket and exposed the fact that she had nothing on under the hoody which was now only half-zipped up. She told me, “My nipples are back to being sensitive and fun. Would you like to try?” I bent my head toward her nipple and swirled my tongue slowly around, which elicited a noise of satisfaction. Then I flicked my tongue across the hardening bud and I could feel Wife’s body tense in a good way. I bit down gently and pulled a little and Wife’s hands went to my head and pulled my face up for another great kiss. Obviously, I became even more erect. I went to set my glass down and returned to the sofa. Wife stood, removed her panties, and I removed my pants and underwear. She straddled me and we kissed. Passionately. Like we used to kiss when we were first together. She rode me hard. Clearly enjoying herself. Then she lay back and we continued. Then we tried a few other positions. The whole time constantly going back to that passionate kissing. (Which frankly, if we could kiss like that day to day, I’d be happy. That’s all I’d really need.) Unfortunately, due to the stresses, the tiredness, the alcohol… neither of us finished. But afterwards, Wife simply kept saying how much FUN that was! And I would concur and encouraged her that we could do that kind of thing more often. That sex is and can be fun… and that is a good reason to have more sex.

So… maybe for the first or second time in our entire marriage… we are ending the third month, and Wife and I have had sex 3 times. That is the highest sex to month ratio for us maybe ever. It would be nice if we could reach 10. I remember a few years ago, that was one of my New Year’s Resolutions (one I did not keep).... have sex 10 times. It sounds… pathetic… that a married man, a successful attorney, a not entirely hideous looking man… would be able to say honestly that he has not had a single year in his life where he has had sex 10 times in one year… but here we are.

Between sex and sleep, Wife and I stayed up and drank more. As we drank, we talked and exchanged interesting information. Typically, she gets in a “sexy mood” due to whatever show she is watching (like the first two seasons of True Blood). She was telling me that a new show she’s been watching is about a Japanese Couple where the man’s penis does not fit inside his wife. It isn’t porn. It is a Netflix Series called “My Husband Won’t Fit”. The TV Show is making her appreciate what sort of difficulties, struggles, problems, and other issues arise surrounding Sexual Dysfunction in a marriage. I would be offended but I know my Wife well enough to know why it takes a Japanese TV Series to explain to her what I’ve been saying for over seven years. As we discussed that situation, we discussed hypothetical solutions and the what-ifs that might arise if such a problem occurred to us. In the discussion, Aoife was mentioned. How Wife was really happy I found her, really happy Aoife had gained some weight… Wife said, “She was always cute, but a little extra weight makes her look fuckable!” How Wife was sad that I had lost her again… not in a “stalker” or “we will fuck her” kind of way but a.... “She’s beautiful, intelligent, and was a good friend… even if the relationship is irreparable, I understand why you would be concerned for her safety.”

And frankly… that’s all I can remember.

I woke up in my bed with Wife sleeping on the couch. The “sleeping on the couch” is absolute proof of snoring which I am far more prone to when drunk.

Got dressed, drove to the Police Station to pick up some stuff and chat with the cops. Wound up meeting the guy I need to talk to/get a walk through from for fencing purposes. I was at the police station until about a quarter to nine. Drove to work. And today, as a Friday ending the month, it should be fairly slow.

I survived March! lol