If it's Sunday it must be...

Meredith, over at New Twist, recently came across an article that had the answer for those long-married couples who were lacking in love making and affection. The solution was to make a love appointment for Wednesdays - humping on Hump Day. Meredith had a better idea; they should try ttwd instead. I entirely agree with her that being spanked by your husband sets the world of love making on fire. Only recently, Harry commented that we were having some of the best sex of our lives. The sexy benefits of ttwd are undisputed.

I can't knock 'calendar sex', though. I've been there, when life got in the way of intimacy. There was a time, a few years back, when Harry and I were both working long hours in demanding jobs and seemed permanently tired and stressed. There was no shortage of affection between us; we still kissed and cuddled, I still fell asleep each night with his right shoulder as my pillow but, too often, love making fell victim to exhaustion.

One Sunday morning, we were sitting up in bed watching the TV news. Harry had an arm around me, absently stroking my shoulder. As I snuggled into him, I realised we hadn't made love for nearly two months. We knew it had been a while but we were shocked it had been that long. After we'd brought that particular drought to an end, I asked what Harry thought of setting aside a particular time for making love, so that it didn't get lost in the chaos of life. He wasn't keen on the idea, thinking that losing spontaneity would make it feel forced or clinical. After another month in the desert we decided to try it, choosing Sunday afternoons, as that was the quietest time of the week. We didn't physically mark it on the calendar, of course, nor did we set a specific time. The next Sunday afternoon, I dressed provocatively, put on my highest heels and sashayed into the sitting room, beckoning Harry to follow me upstairs. Needless to say, he loved that.

Harry's misgivings proved unfounded. Far from feeling forced or clinical, it gave us something to look forward to. The anticipation was a great build up - if it was Sunday there'd be good loving in the afternoon. We had a lot of fun. I particularly enjoyed "seducing" Harry, sometimes mixing it up by  sending him a saucy text or a naughty photo. I know! Sexting at my age, whatever next! 

Our first spanking took place on a Sunday afternoon, as did many that followed. By that time, our afternoon trysts had brought our love life back from the dead, restoring our lost libido and bringing back spontaneity. The introduction of ttwd also added a whole new dimension. There was no longer any need to put sex on the calendar.

Nevertheless, if you were to walk past our house on a Sunday afternoon, it's still likely that our bedroom curtains would be drawn. If the windows were closed too, that would be a sure sign of the MFL being preceded by a GBW (Good Bottom Warming). It may be scheduled but, to me, that's still pretty hot. I'm sure it's not for everyone but we have no plans to take our Sunday afternoon love appointments off the calendar any time soon.



Thanks, M.


Rosie