From: Christine Kelly-Morone (christyswims@yahoo.com)
To: Margo Pressley (ledoux67@aol.com)
Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:29:22 AM EST
Subject: Fwd: Batch: 074/05/ZY369
GOod morning, Margo, and check out the attached. I guess with some lotteries you DON'T have to play to win, lol.
I must be the luckiest woman on the planet, I've won about 48 million so far in all these different lotteries. Don't know if that's pounds or dollars, that's one thing that's so nice about being so rich, there just comes a point where you lose track, lol.
Anyway, I just got back from the pool, made myself a cup of tea and here I am at the computer, I'm the only one up, Marty will be moving momentarily, Maggie will be up soon too. She's probably up now, looking out the window. She likes to sit by the window and watch the cars and the sun coming up, the moonlight. I can hear her moving around. Not right now, she's in bed, probably, but when she gets up, I can hear her.
How was your weekend???
Ours was ok, just ok though and let me tell you why.
First off Marty and I went out for dinner on Friday night. There were a couple guys playing at the Red Horse Tavern that a friend of his told us about and we decided to go down there to see them. Started out great, I had the best filet I've had in a while and had a couple yuenglings, best beers I've had in a long time, I shot the first one down before I even had anything to eat and that made me feel loopy. So we were in a pretty good mood, laughing etc etc. having fun like when we dated, and the sitter called (a girl from the pep band) and told us that Maggie went to bed no problem ("She had to take all her elephants up there with her") so that made us feel like we had permission to have fun.
Well then the band came on and first of all, as Brian always complains about at these places, it was way too loud, and second of all, they weren't very good. Jim and Tim. Two guys with acoustic guitars, amplified way too loud, and they both were singing really nasal, barely finding the melodies, singing Dylan and Jimmy Buffett and Grateful Dead and Beatles and James Taylor and Jim Croce tunes BUT WITH THE WRONG WORDS!!!!!! Every song they sang had at least two lines in it that were the wrong words. Like "Grapefruit Juicy Fruit," "chew a little juicy fruit, walk away the night." And that would have spoiled the mood except I'd already had three Yuenglings and was all giggly, talking a little too loud. So everytime they'd mess up words I'd say "IT'S NOT THAT, IT'S WASH AWAY THE NIGHT" lol. Then making up our own wrong words and singing along with them, like Mr Tambourine Man "In the spingle spangle morning" lol, and then Marty doing his William Shatner, you know, "Mr. Tambourine Man! MISTER TAMBOURINE MAN" lol. Both of us laughing.
Of course at one point I had to go back and pee and as I got up I said to Marty "These guys aren't very good" and he said What? and of course rather than lean in and say it in his ear at a normal volume I YELLED "THESE GUYS AREN'T VERY GOOD!!!" lol. And the table of kids next to us must've KNOWN them because they got all of the moment of truth looks on their faces (hurt, defensive, pissed off, etc etc) when I said it, I'm sure that they would've heard it onstage and in the kitchen if the music hadn't been playing so loud.
As I told Marty on the way home HE could have done better, I always tell him he should be playing out at these places but he's got a million reasons why he doesn't (too loud, too smoky, no one pays attention, etc etc). But I always tell him what Brian says, think of it as you're getting paid to practice. And that's what these two guys sounded like they were doing. Awful. But we laughed and had fun, and Marty got three beers into me, which was just enough. Got home and while he paid the sitter I slipped into something a little more comfortable, put on a little sheer camisole that he likes and (don't laugh) a thong.
Unfortunately it took him just a little too long to pay the sitter and I kind of fell asleep waiting for him (I did have three beers) and when he came up I just was NOT in the mood but of course he still wanted to, so he hopped in the sack and we kissed for a couple minutes and then next thing I know, he's pulling my panties down and going inside me. And at first it felt great, but then after about ten minutes of that I felt like Jane Fonda in that one movie, checking my watch, lol. But then the tide started to turn, I started to feel myself getting into it and that was the point where either he could've slowed down and pulled out and taken his time and gotten ME going, or he could just keep going and get off, which was what he did.
But I could have stopped him at that point, just didn't feel like bothering. It's like you said about that one time with Brian, "I knew it was gonna be a ** performance but wtf, ** is better than * lol.
Anyway so he gets off and gets off ME (as opposed to gets me OFF) gets up and runs to the bathroom (it's like you said with Brian, always gets up to go pee right after) and there I am in the bed. The thing is, I kind of wanted to before (I wouldn't have put on the outfit for him if I hadn't) but nodding off while I waited kind of broke the momentum, and then getting right into it, fucking away frantically as soon as he hopped in the sack, kind of put me OUT of the mood, but then as we did it, like I said, I felt myself heating up and wanting to. And as soon as he got off, what I wanted him to do was spend a little time with ME, THAT was the time that I should've had the outfit on, to get him heated back up so he'd touch me, pay some attention to me.
Well like I said it was off to the bathroom and as soon as he gets back into bed and I pull him close he goes "Ewww" and I said "What?" and he goes "I'm right in the wet spot" and I said "Marty, you know, it came out of ME but some of that IS from you, I mean it's not like I peed the bed" lol. But still he has to get back up and get a towel, and now any little spark I felt before he got off has pretty much been extinguished, except now he gets back into bed and puts the towel under us and he's pulling me close, spreads my legs apart and is touching around my clit and all, except I just am no longer in the mood. I didn't yawn but I kind of closed my legs to him and moved his hand back around up on my hip. So he goes "You don't want to again?" and I said "I didn't really the first time." And he goes "I thought you wanted to" and I said "I wanted to, what I mean is, when you say "again," you got off but I really didn't even get close." And he goes "Well I'm trying to touch you" and I said "Well Marty you're touching me down there like you're trying to remove a stain, you gotta be a little more gentle." And this is the point where I want him to go "Well, show me how" but he just lies there and I could tell he was all hurt. And again, wtf???? I mean here he is, getting himself off, not really paying attention to me or what I need, then when I tell him what he needs to do ("You have to be a little more gentle") he doesn't keep going and BE GENTLE AND GET ME OFF, he just gets all hurt and withdraws and lies there all silent, and I felt like pulling the towel out from under him. Lie on the cold wet spot, lol, and give me the blanket too.
So there we are in each others arms, lying there but all stiff and silent, far away from each other, and finally he says "I thought you wanted to" and I said "I did, I was a little horny from having those beers and it was fun at first but we went too fast." I really didn't want to have this conversation, the only thing worse than a low utile sexual experience is talking about it afterwards. The other part as you and I have discussed many times is I want him to just KNOW what to do, I don't want to have to put his hand there, say "SLow down' or "speed up" or "now lick me" or "kiss my boobs" or whatever. I want him to just do what I want without me having to prompt him.
See I say that but then I think "Well, I did put on the outfit for him, that's probably a big cue to him." But still he should know he can't just plug himself in and turn me on. It's got to take a little more time and effort than that.
But if I say that then it's this whole thing of "You don't want me." When it's just "I want you, but my body needs to catch up with yours that's all."
BTW even though you said it doesn't matter with your aol, still a part of me wonders if I should send this to you with all these words and adult situations in it. I guess you're not reading it in front of students. I know you said it doesn't matter but having had the dumb jobs I've had before, I know how it can go. THey say it's all right, say one thing and then next thing you know, you're getting called into someone's office.
Let me know if you get fired, lol.
Anyway when I said "We went a little too fast" he asks the logical followup question which was "Well why didn't you stop me?" Which he's right, I could have, just slowed him down somehow, pushed him out of me and had him pay some attention to me, I don't know why I didn't, probably like I said, I had three beers and just wanted to let him screw away. Knowing that once he gets off (and I could tell it wasn't going to be long) that it'd be over.
I just read back over all this and it sounds like it was horrible, it wasn't. It was kind of fun but it wasn't GREAT. It was fun to get home all excited and tingly, hear him downstairs paying the sitter while I'm rushing around the room, pulling off my clothes, pulling on a cute outfit for him, spraying on a touch of rosewater, all that. And even though I nodded off a little, still when he got into bed, starting to go at it was fun. But then there was just this point where like I said it wasn't doing it for me, and I could tell he was getting close to getting off just as I started to get into it, and I knew exactly what was going to happen. ANd I'm thinking ok, is he going to slow down and let me catch up or is he going to sprint to the finish line here? And of course I found out the answer, he gets off but I want more, and there he is, getting out of bed to pee, then lying down next to me complaining about the wet spot.
And then we have to TALK about it!!! AGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
But then we fall asleep and then Sunday morning I get up and the light was just starting to come in through the sheers, and there he was all warm and snuggly next to me, and we started kissing again and even though i had a little bit of a headache (dry air, we didn't open the window before we went to sleep, plus three beers) I still felt like I wanted to, and so I pulled him close and he puts his hand between my legs and I said "Just take your time sweetie" and he said "You always say that" and I say "Well that's because you need to slow down. I don't get going as fast as you. You know we both like it more when we take it slow. Gentle." Well he really was touching and kissing me nice and just as I was starting to get into it....................
You know exactly what. "Mommy??? Daddy????"
I can't blame Maggie but this whole thing made me realize that one reason we don't "take our time" is that we're anticipating interruption. Before Maggie was born we used to take long showers and then get into bed and be like Sting and Trudy, lol, you know, just going at it for HOURS. We haven't done that since she was born. I miss that. And I know you say "THat's why bedroom doors have locks" but when I hear her outside, I can't ignore her. And when we answer, it breaks the mood. So once again just as I started to get heated up, it ended. Marty said "What Maggie?" and she said "I need a glass of water" and he got up out of bed and that was the end of that.
Wow. 8:25. I've been venting a long time, lol.
THe upshot is it's not either of our faults, it's not MAGGIE'S fault, it's something we have to find a way to work around and we will. But right now it's frustrating. I can see just from writing this to you why we feel the way we do, even if it's something we just respond to while it's happening without really thinking about it.
I don't know why I'm responding the way I do, that sort of "well once the mood is broken it's RUINED" you know?
Kath said "Do it while she's taking her nap" but yesterday Marty was in at the BJC for the women's game, so no go there.
It made me feel better writing to you about it anyway.
OK. Marty's downstairs and getting breakfast and Maggie's up (I can hear her) so I'm gonna go be mom and wife.
Hope I don't get you fired for writing CLIT and FUCK and PISS in this email, but if I do, don't worry, I can spot you a couple million, lol.
Later! xoxoxoxoxoox love you christy
Note: forwarded message attached.
xoxoxoxoxoxo love you christy
Maggie is in bed already, she didn't feel well, didn't eat anything for supper and wanted to go to sleep. I'm anticipating sick call tonight. Just went up to check on her because sometimes we do that (put her down) and she just gets out of bed and looks at books or sits by the window, but she's fast asleep. No fever.