Foxy has the floor!

As the second part of my lovely birthday gift (See? I told you I'd stretch out my birthday as long as humanly fucking possible) Foxy has send me a fabulous guest post about having sex after the kids, and stealing those lovely little moments. Warm welcome to a Foxy woman!

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Having The S*E*X after Having The K*I*D*S

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, why yes I am a total Star Wars geek . . . thanks for noticing, my husband and I had a rather ambitious sex life. We endeavoured to be adventurous, playful and even jump each other on a more than regular basis. It was fun. It was pleasurable. At times it may have resembled a letter to Penthouse.

Ah yes and then I got pregnant. Irony: Having sex is what created a “situation” which led to NOT having sex. Holy hell, I was not a pretty pregnant lady. I vomited numerous times a day which pretty much sucked the libido out of me. What little bit of libido was left behind after the pregnancy was soon laughed out of me by newborns.

Now that there are no more newborns in our house and I am not pregnant, the husband and I are endeavouring to be ambitious once again.

Take for example this little story.

One night we were busy getting busy. It was a rare night when the kids had not yet made it into our bed and we were totally taking advantage of it. Things were getting hot, I may have been muffling sounds of pleasure and I was getting close . . . oh so close . . . when suddenly there are the sounds of crying coming from down the hall.

NOOOOO! Not right then. Not when I was sooooooo close.

Seeing as I was the only one with any sort of clothing on, albeit it was only a shirt, I jumped up and headed into the kiddos room to cut them off at the pass and not let them think they could join us in our bed.

There I am, sans any sort of bottoms, gently rubbing the back of my son silently wishing him back to sleep so that we could finish where we had left off.

We got lucky that night . . . the kiddo went back to sleep rather quickly, my mood wasn't completely destroyed and we finished where we had left off. That is what you call compartmentalizing one’s life! Sexy lady with my husband . . . caring mommy with my son! That is what sex is like for us after the kids.

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I hear ya, sister! This week, we may or may not have grabbed a quickie in the hall 
while the boys were watching a movie in the next room. Wait, whut?...
Thanks again, Foxy lady! Love you long time :)

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