Monthly Archives: June 2012
A couple of posts ago, I wrote about my wife and I placing sexual bets on a card game, and we had an awesome time. Not only was the sex fun, but it brought a new element of fun to the card game as well. So, we started thinking about what else we could improve using this same method.
So, we’re going to try to apply it to personal development. This time around, specifically weight loss. We both have some extra pounds we want to lose, so we’ve set up a game for ourselves. We’re going to track loss week to week. From Monday to Monday, we’re going to weigh ourselves and the spouse who losses the most gets to pick a sexual favor to be performed by the other spouse.
So, its fathers day. Do you have a gift yet? I have good news for you. You don’t need to buy one. Here’s what most husbands want for fathers day:
The act that made them a father in the first place given, not out of obligation to fulfill a requirement of the date, but out of genuine enthusiasm, respect, and love. We want you to show initiative in the bedroom, we want you to be willing, we want you to be the inner
slut sexually adventurous woman (just for us) that we know (or at least we hope) lies buried under all those layers of mom, church school teacher, nursery volunteer, food committee leader, etc, etc, etc.. Continue reading
Last week, my wife and I were chatting over Facebook (I was at work, she was on her phone). We were discussing the plans for the evening, were there any meetings, clubs, activities, etc that we are required to go to. Then she sent me a message that nearly knocked me off my chair:
Maybe we could play cards and whoever wins can have almost anything they want later…..
OK, this is largely a rant, so hang on.
We’re currently enjoying our fourth newborn. All our children have been breastfed, and this one is no different. Let me start by saying that I 100% agree with breastfeeding children. I think it’s the healthiest thing for them and I would never suggest anything else except in extreme cases. And nothing that follows changes that belief one iota.
That said, here’s what I hate about it (in no particular order):
I don’t get to play with them anymore
My wife’s breasts used to be mine. They were for me alone. It was my right to kiss them, lick them, suck them, bite them, tweak them, rub them, hold them, whatever. So long as it gave my wife pleasure, they were mine to enjoy. Sometimes even if it did nothing for her, they were still mine to enjoy.
The wife’s body does not belong to her alone but also to her husband. In the same way, the husband’s body does not belong to him alone but also to his wife.
1 Corinthians 7:4
Now I never get to touch them. Continue reading