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9 Things The Boyfriend Does That Turn Me On

It wasn’t originally meant to be, but in honor of our 9-year anniversary:


The Boyfriend is probably the best lover I’ve ever had. I say probably, because it’s not really something you can compare – or at least not fairly.

I don’t think he knows that he’s so good. I mean, he’s a confident guy who doesn’t really question these things. I would imagine that he thinks he’s just as good as everybody else is – nothing special. Even when I’m raving about his skill, I think he often doubts that I’m telling the truth. Maybe that also has something to do with his greatness – his humility.

I was sitting here thinking about all of the things he does that really turn me on, that really set him on that best lover pedestal. So, I decided it would be fun for me to make a list.

  1. He’s Surprisingly Intuitive

    Which you wouldn’t expect from just his day-to-day being. He’s kinda oblivious outside of the bedroom. But he seems to know what I want long before I’m even fully aware that I want it. Fisting is a perfect example. Just days before, I was saying that I didn’t really think it was an interest, but then it happened and it felt beyond incredible and it was exactly what my pussy had been longing for. And he knew that!

  2. Those Whispers

    He does this talking thing during sex. I’ve tried to describe it many times, I feel like I’ve always failed at getting the description right. I’ve never heard anyone talk the way he does during sex and one day, I’m determined to get a recording of it!! He can literally say anything to me in that voice and it will be utterly erotic to me. We’ve tried it, it’s true!I don’t know what it is about it. The raspiness of his half groan-half whisper. The way certain letters dangle from his lips onto mine – this almost hypnotic need to repeat him. The desperate control in his tone as he breathes out the last syllable. The way it calms me, soothes me, entices me, excites me. It’s so good!

  3. He’s Sensitive, Balanced, Flexible

    I don’t know if those things all go hand-in-hand or not but… He walks this amazing balance between gentle and firm. He makes me feel tiny and beautiful, using only his hands and that voice that drives me wild. He can tell, without a single utterance from me, whether he’s being too rough or to soft and has the ability to adjust in the moment without me even realizing.

    He picks up on the subtle changes, he’s almost never too much of one thing or not enough of another, and he’s able to change directions at the drop of a hat.

  4. He Has Amazing Hands

    Seriously…! When he does just about anything with his hands – it sends a shiver down my spine and right to the tip of my clit! He has this ability to touch me with those hands that can make me immediately wet. When he softly caresses me and I can feel that electrical exchange between us. When he roughly grabs at my flesh and takes in giant handfuls of me. His hands are strong and yet, they can be so delicate.

  5. He’s Creative

    His creativity knows no bounds in the bedroom – even though he really is a vanilla prude sexually. Even with that huge restriction though, he invents new positions on the fly and continues, nine years into it, to surprise me with moves and tricks and ways of discovering each other that I don’t think I could come up with on my own.

  6. He Knows “My Spots”

    He absolutely knows exactly where and how to touch me to achieve certain things. He knows my buttons and precisely when and how to press them. He can take me from focused on anything but sex to soaking between the legs, just with a gentle trace of a specific spot. He can switch me from playful to primal or from on the edge to over it, just by knowing exactly when and how to hit my spots.

  7.  He Watches Me Closely

    It’s surprising to me that I enjoy it at all. I get a very embarrassed type of feeling when he’s watching me. I become hyper aware of everything happening. But, it absolutely turns me on. When I open my eyes as he’s thrusting above me and he’s watching my lips or when I’m going for that second orgasm and he’s down there watching my wetness or when I’m on top and he’s soaking up the view of my bouncing bosom.Probably the hottest thing though, is when our eyes meet and we lock on each other. It brings great focus to a sexperience and an immediate intimacy. I think he would like if we looked in each others eyes more during sex – it doesn’t happen a lot – but when it does happen, ugh! So good!!!

  8. He’s a Great Dad

    On top of all the things he does inside the bedroom that turn me on, he does a lot of things out of the bedroom that really turn me on. First and foremost, he is a great Dad!

    Any time I see him playing with our kids or taking care of them or talking to them, not only does it bring a smile to my face but it definitely makes my ovaries twitch! He does so many things for this family and always does it without complaint. He goes above and beyond for his kids, kids that aren’t biologically his, our family

  9. He’s Crazy Intimate With Me

    Speaking of the out of the bedroom things he does that absolutely turn me on – he’s a super affectionate and very intimate guy, which fits perfectly with my super affectionate and very intimate-ness. People often say we’re “attached at the hip“, as if it’s a terrible thing, but we personally love it like this. We’re passionate about loving each other, in and out of the bedroom. It’s incredibly hot to be able to exchange little moments of intimacy with each other, to stop time together, in this chaotic life of ours.

Of course, this is only a small list of the things he does to turn me on. Not to mention all the ways and things about him that turn me on – like his forearms or the way that he raises his eyebrow when you’ve made him think when he wasn’t expecting it. Obviously, I could go on and on for days!!!


However, in honor of our 9-year anniversary, I’ll leave it at 9 things he does that turn me on.

And if you’re interested, you can look back over our these past anniversary posts:

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“Good Morning, Beautiful”

The alarm clock rang loudly, the two bells clanging against the metal, sharp and tinny, echoing off the walls. We both jumped, my hand stretching out and throwing the alarm across the room. A final ding as it hit the floor.

He wrapped his arm tightly around me and nuzzled into my neck, “Good morning, beautiful“, and I cringed into my pillow letting out a dramatic moan. He ran his hand down my stomach and over the front of my thighs, an obvious shudder following his lazy movement. “I know today sucks, but I can get your day off to a good start!“.

He rolled me onto my back, my hair covering my face. He gently wiped it away as he climbed on top of me and then disappeared beneath the blanket. I closed my eyes tightly as his tongue and lips began their journey downwards. He sucked gently on my nipple as he lifted my breast up to his mouth and his hand led the way for his lips down my stomach.

He put his hand between my thighs and opened them slightly, kneeling between them. I held my breath in anticipation and he seemed to hover there forever. I lifted the blanket to check that he was okay and he smiled at me before delving in for a taste.

He moaned as he consumed me sending a solid vibration through my already glistening body. My back arched involuntarily and he wrapped his hands up around my hips, his tongue beginning to lap soothingly at my very wet pussy. I tossed my head back and forth, half in disbelief and half still dramatically upset over being awoken. He moaned again and I melted.

He let his finger travel over my clit, followed quickly by his tongue as his finger slowly slid in me. He turned his fingers around, so they were facing up instead of down, and let another finger follow. As his fingers skillfully tugged at the top of my vagina, he sucked rhythmically on my clit, fluctuating between gentle and hard.

He moved his other hand over the bottom of my stomach, pinning my hips down to the bed, pushing my pubic mound up. He tugged with his fingers as if he was reaching for this hand on my belly all the while sucking my clit. The blankets were held tightly in my clenched white fists and he just kept sucking and tugging.

I threw off the blanket and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pulling him off my clit, he smiled up at me and then quickly pulled his fingers out of me. I went stiff as a board and he placed his strong hands on my thighs, and he held them open as I began squirting, thrashing about with all of my might.

I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in sweat, thighs covered in my own juices and he tapped my clit gently, causing me to flinch and twitch, until my whole body relaxed and my heartbeat steadied. He sat and watched as I came down from it all, rubbing his hands along my calves and thighs.

As my eyes closed, he slid his fingers back in me, this time more forcefully. He flicked his two fingers quickly within me and again I arched my back fiercely, holding myself up on my elbows, as his fingers moved faster. He reached up for my breast, his hand just grazing my nipple and I screamed out his name.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of me and thrust his cock into me as my juices spurted out around him. Thrust after thrust, and it just kept coming. I began to shiver as the final wave swept over me and he pulled me in close to him, my lips on his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed tightly onto his ass as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

He lifted up to kiss me and put his hand around my throat. My hands wrapped around his forearm as he put just the slightest pressure under my chin and he whispered, “I’m cumming“, as he thrust forward, holding himself deep inside of me, unloading as he held me by the throat. He rocked gently as the last drops left him and I pushed against him with my thighs.

He pulled out of me, releasing me, as I began to cum, squirting out my own juices and his. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the wet opening and my tender swollen clit and I convulsed frantically beneath him. My hips lifted clear off the bed, my whole body pulsing.

I collapsed drearily back onto my pillow. He climbed on top of me, brushed the hair out of my face and wiped a solitary drop of sweat from my eyebrow. He kissed me softly and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful“. I smiled, “Yes. Yes it was!“.

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No Expectations = Good

It was such an odd night last night. The Boyfriend was on his night off from work, we had gotten rid of two out of four of the kids (and all of the ones that hate how loud we can get), and all of this seemed to over-excite him. Normally, his desire makes me desire, but I just wasn’t feeling it at all last night – although I wasn’t about to turn him down.

I was completely weirded out by my lack of interest. Usually, he runs the tip of that one finger up my inner thigh and I’m shivering in anticipation. Last night, I really could’ve taken or left it. So, when he undid his belt and whipped off his pants as I was lounging on the couch, I was not even close to ready for penetration. When he roughly entered my less lubricated nether region, I clawed at him and gasped. Naturally, I became wetter and wetter, but my head still wasn’t in it. I was just going through the actions.

Wasn’t Expecting That!

He came quicker than I was expecting. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to cum at all, but he did. He was gentle and sweet as he helped clean me up and got me back into comfiness on the couch. Then we both went back to doing our things, me on my computer and him on his games. We ended up staying up a good two hours later than we were expecting to and I was sure that he would pass out the moment his head hit the pillow.

Again, my brain just wasn’t in the game. He was not ready for sleep but was immediately ready for his round two. He rolled me onto my side and began quickly pounding me and I gripped at the sheets, begging my pussy to just get wet. He rolled me onto my back and flung my legs up around his shoulders and the deepness of him sent my hands to his hair where I pulled hard until his head was all the way back. “Let me up!“, I winced and he hastily rose off me.

I went and got a drink, went to the bathroom and checked to make sure there were no reasons why I wasn’t getting as lubricated as I normally do. All was good, so I went back upstairs worrying about my level of desire. I laid down next to The Boyfriend, even though he was anticipating being mounted, and he rolled to caress my legs. He asked, his voice soft and smooth, “Do you wanna roll onto your stomach?” and I nodded and rolled as he worked himself behind me.

Didn’t Expect That!

My fingers went to work on my clit, and I lazily wriggled my hands between my legs. Even though I didn’t feel it, he whispered into my ear, “You’re so wet!“. He slid out of me precisely a moment later and as he thrust forward my hand was smothered in the slick liquid. Just as easily as he had slid out, he slid back in and I sighed audibly with relief, my fingers now working with more effort towards their goal.

His hands suddenly felt so rough on my back and ass, moving back and forth in various configurations, pushing down here and there. I buried my face in my pillow as he grabbed one ass cheek hard on with one hand and my opposite shoulder blade with the other hand, half pulling me back, half pushing me down – the fabric barely muffling the moans as they escaped with each thrust. He kept trying to kiss my neck or my cheeks, but my hair kept getting in the way, or I’d move just as his lips got near.

Both hands gripped at my ass and as he pulled, his cock slid out between my cheeks. I thought for sure he was going to try for anal, especially being there was now an abundance of natural lubrication. Instead, he pushed my cheeks together and sensually ran himself between them and I quivered and cooed beneath him. When he pulled my cheeks apart again, he slid right back into my waiting pussy and held my flesh tightly between his clenched fists.

Kinda Expected That…

A few thrusts later, I pushed back onto him roughly as my orgasm rippled through my chest and as it reached my ribs, he thrust hard and deep and unloaded himself, the shockwaves lashing through him until he collapsed onto my back, breathing heavy with exhaustion. My orgasm had stopped at his first shot and felt tight in my whole abdomen. All I could think about was releasing that feeling.

I began to roll and he rolled off of me and I immediately went to work on my clit. He half dozed off/half caressed my inner thighs or sporadically tweaked my nipple, and eventually I turned my head away and closed my eyes doing everything I could to tune everything else, save for the sensations circling my clit, out. I struggled and I remember wanting to give up as a cramp nestled into my masturbating arm and my boob kept sticking to the sweat on my non-masturbating arm. But the feeling in my gut kept me going and going and going.

I felt it coming for what felt like forever and The Boyfriend must’ve too, because he seemed to completely wake up and his hands gently ran up and down my legs, tugging every so often. The tip of his finger slid across that area where thigh meets vulva, and my whole body froze for a second before quaking through an orgasm that left my whole body tight. I collapsed back from the almost ball-like state I had convulsed into and panted through the remaining twitches, suddenly realizing how utterly exhausted I felt.

Lesson Learnt: No Expectations = Good

He curled up nice and tight next to me, keeping me as warm as he could with his arms on my breasts. I put my cold toes against his calves and it was mere moments before we were both dead to the world asleep. It was a much shorter sleep than we were expecting to get, by a lot, but it was a really deep sleep and we were both surprised at how well we’ve functioned today. He’s already talking about more sex tonight and what he has in store for me – even his humor is dirtier than usual. At least my brain’s a little more in the game tonight 😉

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The Elusive Third

For probably the first time in our relationship, The Boyfriend’s sex drive is way more active than mine is being, and it has been one of the most pleasant twists. Over the last two weeks, the sex has been incredible.

I’m working on a post about the holiday sex, but today, I want to talk about last night’s sex – because it was mind-blowing! I cannot get over the fact that seven years into it and we’re still finding new things to discover and explore. I think every time we have another first, we fall in love just a little bit more.

He had spent the entire day focused on sex it seemed. I mean, he went about doing a lot of other things but every once and awhile, he’d say something or just look over in a certain way, and you knew that he was thinking of nothing else but what he was going to get to do that evening. Once the kids were all in their rooms, it became a lot less subtle as fingers roamed freely every time a new idea popped into his head.

He was in a very instructive mood, even before the sex began. He grabbed out a dress and stated, “You’ll be wearing this after you get out of your bath!“, and a huge grin swept it’s way across my face. So, I went for a nice long bath and tried to read, but he kept coming up and distracting me with stolen kisses and rough fingers in wet places.

I sat on the couch after the bath, red from the heat and slightly draped by a towel, moisturizing my legs. Even though he was in the middle of video gaming, he couldn’t help but suddenly be completely drawn into the legs – he has a thing for them. Abruptly, he dives between my legs and begins some of the best oral sex I’ve ever been given. Hands all over my thighs, still slick with the moisturizer and tongue and lips working in the most incredible rhythm that had my hands vigorously latched onto the curls of his hair.

He’d walk away and go back to games, leaving me panting on the couch. I’d calm down and go back to moisturizing the next part of my body, and he’d suddenly dive back between my legs and this went on for a good hour. He had come and sat down next to me, and his hands were everywhere as he kissed me deeply. When they finally reached my clit, it seemed like mere moments before I was whispering, “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me cum!” and he smiled back, “Good!“. As soon as he said the first consonant, my body tightened and he pulled me in for a tight hug and long kiss as the waves of my first orgasm crashed over me. “That’s the first!“, he said.

We had agreed we weren’t ready for more sex yet. It was still too early. So, we decided to put on a movie. The idea was to watch it just long enough until we headed upstairs, but My Awkward Sexual Adventure on Netflix ended up being a pretty great movie, so we watched it dedicatedly, with only a few little rubs and grabs here and there.

The second the credits finished rolling, we rushed to get upstairs. I had laid on my stomach before he got into the room and something about this was the best idea ever. He enjoyed that my dress appeared to be see-through (which would make sense, since it’s a really old dress), and crawled on top of me and rubbed my back and ass through the fabric. I had remembered that the last time I wore the dress, I had found a couple unfortunately placed holes, so I was planning on throwing it out. I told The Boyfriend about the holes, and his excitement level went from almost nothing to thrilled!

Immediately he began searching for any holes he could find, planning how he might begin ripping me out of this dress. When he reached his fingers inside the first tiny hole and began to tear, we both gasped taking pleasure in the sound of it. His hand reached inside the hole and his hands, one on my skin and one on my fabric, made me shiver in delight. He ripped another hole and then another hole. His cock was so hard as he slid into one of the holes and directly between my legs, where I was much wetter than I thought I would be.

He teased as he gently kissed my shoulders, his hands exploring my sides and reaching around to feel the curve of the underside of my breast. He whispered in my ear as he laid soft kisses on the lobe, “From right now, you’re going to do everything that I say, okay?” and I cheekily replied, “Yes, Sir!” and we both grinned wildly. He lifted off of me and began ripping the dress more. He pulled hard until the three holes he had previously made larger became one large hole. He admired his work for a moment before continuing on and ripping the dress all the way around to the front, turning my ankle-length tank-top dress into a butt-length smock.

He flipped me over onto my back to remove the bottom part of the torn dress, and carelessly penetrated me as he continued ripping up the bottom into smaller pieces. After he had a few pieces ripped off, he told me to sit up and moved away from me. I sat cross-legged and he moved behind me. Without a word, he placed a piece of the ripped dress over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head. He breathed into my ear, “Are you okay?” and I said, “Yes“. “Good! Well then, get on your hands and knees!” and I asked, “Facing which way?” and he said, “Window” and I shakily moved to the right spot.

He let out the slightest moan and I smiled. He grabbed my feet and put them together and then grabbed another piece of the dress and tightened my ankles together. I could feel him moving closer to me, could feel the heat of him, but when his lips took in my dangling nipples – well, I hadn’t expected that at all. I jumped away from him and feeling suddenly disoriented, “Did you turn the lights off?“. “Nope, you okay?“, he asked concerned, as his hands continued touching me in ways that I felt unable to anticipate.

He grabbed my arms and lifted them up behind me and playfully pushed my head into the pillow. He wrapped another piece of dress around my wrists and tied them together. I could feel him stand back and admire his work, his innovation, and when his fingers easily slid into my wetness, he knew I was more than ready to feel him. He mounted me fast and rough and hard, and I felt like my whole body was going to topple over. I didn’t feel connected to my limbs and when he’d run the tips of his fingers across them, I’d giggle at the strangeness of it.

He pulled out of me and pulled me up by the rags around my wrists, until I was kneeling. I sat waiting and he ripped the front of my dress, exposing one breast. He roughly grabbed them and kissed them before guiding my mouth to his cock. We awkwardly managed this, as I was still wearing the blindfold and kept flinching every time he’d get close. I’d feel something near my cheek and pull back and he’d pull me closer and wordlessly direct me to the right spot.

He undid the tie around my ankles, laid down on the bed and ordered, “Now, get on top of me!” and I literally laughed out loud because I was suddenly aware of how difficult it was to move around when I couldn’t see anything or use my hands. He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”, and he wrapped one arm around me and used the other to help me lift my leg high enough to get over him without accidentally kneeing him anywhere special.

It took me a bit to acquaint myself with our positioning. He used his hands and his strength to put me exactly as he wanted me, and his pleasure was audible when we got to the point of penetration. He grabbed my phone and tried to snap pictures, but the real thing was too good for him, and after three blurry pictures, he threw the phone down and one hand went between my legs and the other grabbed frantically at my exposed and unexposed breasts.

He reached around behind me and undid the tied up dress pieces from my wrists and from around my eyes and I fell into his waiting arms to receive an incredibly passionate kiss. He held me tightly and ran his hands over my hair to brush it out of my face and inquired confidently, “You okay?” and I nodded, feeling all sorts of floaty.

He rolled me onto my back and quickly penetrated me, both of us more than ready for my second orgasm. My hands went to work on my clit as he hit this new spot that we’ve just discovered that always feels epic for me. My right hand circled my clit and my left hand went between his chest and his ass, gripping and clawing the former and gently following the curve of the latter.

He watched me grinning, as the second orgasm rippled over me. I bucked right off of him and then quickly pushed him back in and convulsed as he gently rocked his hips. I shuddered at the final pulse of my pussy and he moaned, “That’s two!“. I snuggled into his forearms, placed beside my head, and kissed the veins pulsing in them. “Ready for the next one?“, he asked and I nodded, going straight back to circling my clit as he ripped open the rest of the front of my dress.

The third orgasm would just not come. He kept on, even though sweat was literally wicking off his back and chest and burning his eyes. He kept on, even though we both had to stop long enough to pick strands of my hair off of our fingers and arms and legs. He kept on for so long and I finally heaved, “I need you to cum!” and his eyes lit up. He had been so concerned about my pleasure up to this point and my orgasms, that I don’t think it had even occurred to him to orgasm. He was going to last, no matter what!

“Please Daddy, fill me up“, I whispered as I ran my hands up through his hair, pulling just gently, “Cum for me!“, I encouraged and he thrust harder and faster, the sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest, the heat of him and our stubborn orgasms, making my arms and shins sweat. “It’s…“, he panted and I pulled him close, “I know“, and he collapsed over me, kissing my cheek before asking, “You ready?“. I nodded and he rolled exhausted into his spot.

I continued to work towards my third orgasm as we came down from the experience, talking about the best moments. Normally, this not a sexy conversation, it’s more analytical. But he was working on helping me orgasm, so he made it a sexier conversation full of compliments. “I loved how you had such a hard time moving with the blindfold on! You needed me so much. And your neck looked so good all tight and glistening with sweat.” and I smiled shyly. His hands caressed my thigh as I frantically worked on my clit, the orgasm seemingly escaping me.

I was ready to give up. My arms were soaked in sweat, my whole vulvular area felt swollen and well-used. I didn’t think it was going to happen. He grabbed my leg just right at exactly the right moment and the third orgasm, the elusive one, was the most intense of the night. I’m normally a toe-up type of girl, where the orgasm starts in the toes and radiates up from there. This time, it started in my jaw. I clenched tightly, as it dragged it’s way down my body. My stomach tightened and then my legs pushed hard into the mattress as my toes bent around the blankets. A monotonous clenched moan droned from between my lips and The Boyfriend wrapped his arm around me, consuming me in a hug, as I violently shook and clenched frantically beneath him.

He kissed my cheek and we separated, the sweat now sticky and gross, not sexy and fun. He opened the window wide and I turned on the fan, both of us ready for the night to be done. He was beyond exhausted and I had been thoroughly used. I kissed him hard, “Oh, I really do love you so much!” and he muttered, half asleep, “I really do love you too…” and after a few moments, as his eyes could no longer stay open, “…so much“.

I swear, I went to sleep grinning like a fool!

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Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Big Spoon, Little Spoon


Hands upon my thighs
Tingles up the spine

Fingers trace my skin
Alighting fires within

Rounding up my rear
Feels so close, so near

Curve along my side
Shivers deep inside

Hand about my hip
Fingers digging in

Bodies sharing heat
Erratic heartbeats

Nails down my arm
A certain kind of charm

Palms against palms
In a moment, calm

Wrapped up in love
That’s what dreams are made of


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