Passion strikes  

RaytownRick 61M
91 posts
4/23/2006 6:28 am

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4/30/2006 5:42 pm

Passion strikes

Sometimes, everything just goes wrong, for both parties. It had been a particularly difficult day, built of a zillion little things. A son had stepped on a bee; a daughter broke a window in the front room; a log fell out of the fireplace and burned the six-week old carpeting; it was raining; my boss announced that we’d lay off nearly half the company tomorrow; the dishes weren’t done; I dropped my brown-bag lunch in the gutter going into work, effectively ruining lunch; my wife hit a squirrel on the way to the doctors; a tree in the back yard lost a huge limb, that fell on a bicycle; and on and on, with just the little things that make up life all seemingly going wrong. My wife was exhausted, and felt that I didn’t do anything to make her day easier, leaving her to deal with the problems at home, while I was dealing with problems outside the home. Then, at about 9:15, the lights went out. We feebly hunted for candles, and then just threw up our hands, and decided this was a good day to get over with things–and we sent the kids to bed, and retired ourselves.

Once the kids were asleep, and we were discussing the things that went wrong, I began to defend my actions, and she hers, until somehow we began arguing. She was wrong on several points, I was wrong on a few (no more than a few, I assure you.) The arguing escalated. I became madder, and she more determined to show what she considered my failings. Old issues came up; new issues were created. We both just quit talking, because it was pointless, neither party wanted to have anything to do with the other.

After a few minutes of total silence, I was ready to apologize. It had been a tough day. Her back was to me, but I turned over and I put my arm on her shoulder. She shrugged her shoulder with a “don’t touch me” shrug. Now I was even angrier. I rolled back away from her. A minute or two later, she rolled to face me. I was on my back, and had a hand across my forehead; eyes wide open, trying to decide if our very marriage was doomed.

She then lifted up my t-shirt, and suddenly, completely unexpectedly began sucking on my nipple. I’m a guy, and there isn’t much there, but it has the same sensitivity that a woman’s does. Her sucking hurt! I think she was giving me a hickey on my chest. Her hands then came up to help assault me. One hand found my groin, the other grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and she began kissing me very hard. I was still stunned, and quite unsure how to respond to a suddenly changed woman. This girl was playing rough, and you wouldn’t dream of it if you’d been married to her eleven years as I had.

I had never had a shirt ripped off me before, but she climbed up on top of me, and just ripped my t-shirt off! She was kissing me so hard, that when she found my mouth, I now willingly let her in. I hadn’t French kissed her in ten years before, but we were now exchanging tongues, and lips, and not caring that we’d bump into teeth along the way. I pulled my shorts off, and she grabbed her top and flung it across the room, without a care as to where it landed. I began massaging her breasts as hard as she was me. I tugged at her nipples, and she bent her head back and said, “yes!”

From the moment she touched me until I was completely aroused took less than a minute. She was all over me, and there was an element of passion I had never experienced before. Once she felt me between her legs, she slid down, and grabbed my member between her hands, and began pounding it. Suddenly, it was warm, and in her mouth, as she sucked so violently that the pain was now threatening to overcome the moment. Then, with my erection in danger, she turned 180% until her midsection was over my face, and the signal was obvious. I began being as aggressive with her, as she was with me. All fears of the pain disappeared, as I enjoyed the impassioned woman I had not before seen. As she was now on her knees, inverted over me, and bent so that she could both give and receive the pleasure, she was able to buck up and down violently by springing at her knees. She did so. She knew what she wanted, and she drove herself to get it. My nose, lips, tongue, face, and neck were being pushed against, while simultaneously her hands, mouth, and tongue were hard pressed to extract from me whatever I might offer. A rhythm soon set in, as she was bouncing like a teeter-totter. First against me face, then against my midsection, back and forth, bringing me equal pleasure and pain, on top of the confusion within my mind. Where on earth had this passion come from? Why tonight of all nights?

The clocks were off, not that I’d have checked, but this went on far longer, and with far more energy than at any time in my life. She wanted–no demanded–getting from me the satisfaction that our early argument failed to bring. She was simply possessed with a drive to extract from me the love she had not gotten throughout the day.

I awoke in the morning, and walked past the mirror on my way to the bathroom. I stopped to see if any physical signs of the night before were evident. They were. I was bruised, I had hickeys, and I hurt in places I didn’t know I had feelings. She came up behind me as I was looking in the mirror, and said, “My goodness. Did I do that?”
She was still naked, and I saw that on each breast I had left hickeys too. One large round brown hickey showed on her inner thigh.

I had been married eleven years when I first felt passion. I’ve been married sixteen since, and haven’t ever been there again. Should I try to get her mad at me, again? Or should I be glad that passion has struck once every 15 years or so?

rm_Kissmystuff 61F
1435 posts
4/23/2006 12:11 pm

Sounds like a wonderful evening. I have to admit..that an argument does the same thing for me. In fact..sometimes arguments do come about because a woman is "in heat". She sometimes just doesn't know that's why she's on edge. In Victorian times..they said a woman "had the vapors".

But 11 years Rick!!!???

How about a book or two..for tips on how to spice up your sex life. A great program to watch..on cable is "Talk Sex With Sue". She answers questions from people who call in..without making any judgments. Great program. She also has a web-site that's worth checking out.

Good luck



RaytownRick 61M

4/23/2006 1:31 pm

Thank you Kiss. What you missed is that my wife and I have a wonderful, long, and lasting relationship. Our marriage is better than most, I'm sure. And our sex life is wonderful--we just happen to live apart for a short while (six months), and that causes the only difficulty we now have.
But just because we have a wonderful relationship, doesn't mean we often have this type of passion. Each of us does what the other needs, and we each experience other passions--both in and out of the bedroom.
We've been apart before. I once had a job in the Philippines that kept us apart for four months.
I was in Poland for nearly a year--but we managed through that too.
Usually, I find a reason to go home, and relieve the tension we've both created.
We write to one another, we communicate, we talk about our fantasies and desires, and we do what is needed to please one another.
And, our bedroom life doesn't need additional spice. It needs proximaty!
Once the distance between us has been conquered, the rest resumes. Isn't that always the case, be the distance physical, mental, or emotional?


4/23/2006 2:39 pm

Wow maybe y'all ought to fight more often. Thanks for visiting my blog and for the wonderful message of peace and unto you! {=}

just a squirrel trying to get a nut

rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
4/23/2006 7:27 pm

Great that the juices still flow for each other...
believing that this is a choice and yet acknowledging that
*in the moment* always serves {=} Sometimes hickeys do too

Joy always to the both of you!

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...

RaytownRick 61M

4/24/2006 6:30 am

    Quoting rm_goddess1946:
    Great that the juices still flow for each other...
    believing that this is a choice and yet acknowledging that
    *in the moment* always serves {=} Sometimes hickeys do too

    Joy always to the both of you!
I think my error in re-telling this event was to use the word "passion" to describe "roughness." Passion we have, but that physical rough play is rarely part of it. But sometimes, we just have to let go, and live in the moment. I've wanted to start such moments since, but it is like unlocking a tiger. I can't find the key, and that may be a good thing! Once the tiger is out, there may be no way to get it back in that cage. I'd rather keep the tiger where I know how to find her, and just slip into the cage when the time is right. It's always the timing!

RaytownRick 61M

4/24/2006 6:42 am

    Quoting rm_mzhunyhole:
    I agree..maybe ya all need a little squabble now and blog.
I think this is what is referred to as "make up sex." It unleashes an energy. My wife and I argue often enough about such trivial things that you'd think it would come up more often. The problem, perhaps, is that we don't argue about big enough things for long enough to really get worked up. Its more like a fault line that continually slips, making so many little earthquakes that they aren't felt. The big one only comes along once in a while--in this case, once in 27 years. Perhaps I should do something really major wrong--like let her know I've visited this site. That should end with a tragedy big enough to shake my world.


4/25/2006 8:56 am

Hello wanted to come in and wish you a wonderful day, thank you for stopping by my pretty bloggy sometime back.

RaytownRick 61M

4/25/2006 7:30 pm

    Quoting KISSABLE_KINK:
    Hello wanted to come in and wish you a wonderful day, thank you for stopping by my pretty bloggy sometime back.
How nice of you to notice my brief visit. I'll stop by more often, now that I know you keep track of such things! I wish I could remember what brought me there--or if I was just jumping around. If you knew what you did to bring me there, you might do the same thing again. I often repeat the same actions over and over, especially when the reward is fulfilling. But then, a little change once and awhile is good too--as in the story of this blog.

534 posts
4/29/2006 9:39 pm

The best part about arguments are the making up parts..gatta love it..LOL...~D~

RaytownRick 61M

4/30/2006 5:42 pm

    Quoting DAISYDUKE1004:
    The best part about arguments are the making up parts..gatta love it..LOL...~D~
I always thought make-up was just something women put on their face--not so. Sometimes it is the face they put on you!
Many couples fight more than my wife and I. At some point, it would seem to me that couples that fight often would see the hollowness of the argument, and realize they argued just so they would make up. But then, I'm guessing how other people do things, and I just don't know much about other people. I'm still exploring myself.

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