One of my friends suggest that I post random stories and suggestions under the hashtag, #UnderTheMoonlightWithKP. So here we go.
(Hey by the way. I miss y’all. I’m so slack with my posts… but now that it’s summertime, I’m gonna do my best to do better.)
So every now and then, Hubs and I will come up with sexual propositions for each other. Mine earlier this week was a makeout session in the car. We had gone on a lunch date, and I had one of my new fave drinks: an extra dirty vodka martini. (It’s like 0 carbs too, just in case that matters to anyone). The restaurant we went to shakes and pours the martinis tableside, and our waiter left the shaker at our table so i could get allllll of my drink. It was amazing. I was also amazingly toasted about fifteen minutes after.
Back to the proposition… I was pretty drunk at the time of the suggestion, so Hubs was basically like 🙄 and just took me home so I could go to bed. I forgot I had even asked.
Days later (today), we pull into the garage from giving up on this festival because it was hot af. He proceeds to kiss me, and I’m thinking it’s just our normal just-because-I-love-you kind of things. But he grabs the back of my neck to pull me in, so I know it’s about to get real.
Now. I have the sides and back of my head shaved, and my hair on the top is short. I can be seen wearing wigs, faux locs, or my hair in a twist out or fro. Today, I wore a wig. A fluffy, ice-blue curly wig. It’s pretty sexy, actually.
We are getting steamy in the car, and Hubs apparently forgets that I’m wearing a wig. He grabs my hair to give it a pull… not atypical of our hot and heavy moments.
Welp. It didn’t come all the way off, but it was enough for me to have to readjust afterward.
I hope you don’t think I stopped. TUH! Nah. We kept going.
But afterwards, I did mention to him that he almost snatched my wig off. He responds, “Yeah, I noticed that…”
So during these times, I have found that the best thing to do is remain confident. Nothing is sexier than justifiable confidence.
And understand that shit happens. Queefing during sex is normal and it happens. Don’t be alarmed, and don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re gross or let it ruin the mood. Sometimes wigs and weaves get pulled. Wearing a wig during sex and he’s pulling it and you’re nervous? SNATCH THAT SHIT OFF and keep going. Feeling self conscious while getting down? Your partner knew what you looked like before y’all decided to lay down. Find and own your sexy and work. your. shit. When you’re feeling yourself and you show that nothing can bring you down, that makes the sexy mood just that much hotter.
So yeah, go handle that. Feel yourself and don’t let an awkward moment stop you from getting yours. It’s National Masturbation Month, so make sure you celebrate alone and with a partner this month.
And I came home and took that wig off. I didn’t need it getting in the way of a good hair pull.