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7:25PM - Sunday March 21, 2004 My bed is only slightly damp, and that's not for want of sex or orgasms, no, it's thanks to the wonders of bed-wetting pads from WalMart. Not terribly sex-ay, but not having to sleep in a ginormous wetspot is worth the indignity of a big white quilted vinyl-backed pad. I think when I have more money I'll cover the top with some leopard-print flanellette or something, something a little more, um, mood-enhancing. Not that we care because we'd already gotten used to the towels. This was bigger, more comfy than a thrice folded towel, and well, dry bed! Yay! Man, sometimes anticipation rocks. We put off having sex until after Butch's kickboxing match, and well, I wasn't in the mood for foreplay. Sometimes I get like that, I just want it all right then. We got in some kissing and touching while we were geting undressed, but I swear, a minute after we hit the bed I was squirming and I just went for it. I think he was a little surprised, but Krptonite isn't fazed by much, so, it was all good. We squeezed an amazing amount of sex into an hour and a half, putting the bed pad through it's first initial trial, and were in bed to sleep before 11:30. Here's the verdict the first night: Great for sex, though if you're on the last day of your period, the pink is quite shocking on such a pristine white expanse. It's one other recommendation for the leopard-print flannellette. I set the pad to soak in cold water overnight--good thing I got two. The next morning we just kind of forgot about the bed pad entirely and went back to the towel because it was handy. I find I'm not as juicy right at the end of period, anyway, the g-spot orgasms are a bit harder to achieve and are quite dry. It was last night where we really put the bed pads to the the test--I had a beer and smoked a bit of pot after the AEPG Reunion, and well, apparently pot equals increased insatiability on my part because we went for hours. I tired out both Kryptonite's arms AND his cock got chafed at some point, so it was too sore to go again, too. Damn. Should have used more lube. Lube lube lube! Verdict on night two: These pads can apparently get, um, full. The bed was not entirely dry to sleep on Saturday night due to post-period return to normal liquidity and the inability of the bed pad to soak it all up. *sigh* I thought I'd found a good solution to the ejaculation lake issue, but I think it's really only a stopgap measure. Or I'm goign to ahve to use two of these pads on the bed at once. Or make sure I'm smack dab in the center of it the entire time. I soaked it so thoroughly that I squished the ejaculateout along the edges. Yet another recommendation for the flannellette because it might help with increased absorbency. Again, I am glad I bought two because I put the dry one under us to sleep on. The Kryptonite is tres sex-ay. I could not resist him in the morning even though he thought his cock might need a skin-resurfacing. Some oral sex for him and some more orgasms for me put him in a much better mood, however, and with the help of a generous dollop of lube we were off to the races again. Overall verdict on the bed pads: Thanks to the monsoon-like conditions on Satuday night, they were put to a thorough test, and I have to say I'm quite pleased. I'm very sure that the puddle on Saturday would have been impossible to sleep in, thus necessitating a move to the futon in the livingroom whoch we would have had to unfold and make up and blah blah blah blah way too much trouble blah. The bottom line is that they were a good investment, though I think I will recover them with the leopard=print flannellette for the sake of sex-ayness and the added absorbency. Also, the slap of one of them hitting the floor is not all that sex-ay at all. It's actually very silly. Yay! for non-procreative sex! In other news, I love him. And I told him. I've been feeling it and wanting to tell him for a while, but it's always hard to say it first. What it comes down to, though, is that life is too short not to let people know when you love them. And that's the real bottom line.
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