Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
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Monday, April 28, 2014

Reasons to Have Gentler Sex: Memory Foam Edition


I hope that this will ever be the one and only entry in my just-thought-up "Reasons to Have Gentler Sex" series, but let's face it, sex isn't like the movies, and sometimes it just goes wrong.  And especially for those of us who like to be dominated, there are definitely going to be times when things must come to a halt because of unintentional pain.

I wanted to share a comical thing that happened the other night.  Well, it's comical now, but at the time it was rather frustrating.

My husband and I had been stuck in our usual routine for several days with no DD, spanking, or sex. The other night, as I was undressing to get ready for bed, he came at me aggressively, slapping my bottom, rubbing me, pulling my hair...

I murmured my approval, and thought "ah, now we're finally going to have some fun."  I was getting excited and turned on, I wrapped my legs around him, and he lifted me up and threw me down onto the bed...

Now, let me interrupt here and say that we recently bought a memory foam mattress, which is terrific for sleeping.  I sink right in at night, it contours to my body, and, best of all, I can't feel my husband tossing and turning because the whole material is incredibly shock absorbing.

As foamy and comfy as the mattress is, however, it is not great for aggressive sexual throw-downs.  In fact, it is so shock absorbing, it is impossible to bounce on it--it sort of feels like trying to bounce on wet sand. And when my head hit the mattress, it did feel like it hit wet sand, sufficiently bringing our adult fun to a premature end.

I lay there with my hands on my head, moaning and venting about how something always has to go wrong, blah blah blah.

It was a temporary setback.  I went to bed with a headache and woke up fine the next morning.  And we eventually finished what we started ;)  But, in the future, I guess my husband will have to avoid the passionate throw-downs...unless he takes me to the guest bedroom.