(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2220 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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I washed my face and went back downstairs. It was time to take the girls to school, but Sammi was sitting with Simon and she was lacking her usual poise. Remember, this is the girl they wanted to become a model. I told Simon I’d be back for my breakfast and he nodded at me.
The girls were very quiet on the way there and it puzzled me, so I asked them. “You seem very quiet, is there something wrong?”
“Daddy told us if we couldn’t say anything nice about someone don’t say anything.” Livvie explained blushing as she did.
“I see, why d’you think he said that?”
“’Cos Trish disrespected you.”
“It wasn’t just me,” Trish added quickly to what Livvie had said. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” she said starting to cry.
“You’ve done and said this before, Trish, why should I believe you now?”
“Daddy said you were cryin’,” she said tears streaming down her face.
“Because not only what you said but the way you said it. Daddy and I are married, we’re also grown-ups and we love each other. Sometimes grown-ups show their love for each other physically.”
“By havin’ sex?” she asked.
“Sometimes, sometimes we just like being with each other having nothing more than a cuddle.”
“It was a very noisy cuddle, Mummy.”
“Here, wipe your face,” I handed her tissue.
I let them off at school and gave each of them a hug, saying to Trish, “If you promise not to be silly about what Daddy and I are doing, I’ll forgive you this time.”
“I promise,” she said and as far as I could see she didn’t have her fingers crossed. I believed her though I also knew she’d forget her promise and do it again. She has this unnatural curiosity about sex which she tries to hide by mocking it and those who do it, which sadly includes Simon and I. She has been abused and I wonder if that together with her intellect make it harder to understand why other people enjoy sex. I sincerely hope that as she grows older she falls for someone who can cope with her and that between them they can explore and appreciate that sex can be very varied and rattle the plates on the kitchen table or very gentle and beautiful.
I drove home locked into my thoughts and nearly drove past the house turning at the last moment and just missing a large truck which beeped at me furiously. Fortunately, my big cat has useful acceleration and got me out of trouble.
Sammi was still twitchy when I got back and made myself some tea and toast. Simon was upstairs doing something, probably shaving. “It’s going to be alright, isn’t it, Mummy?”
“I’d have thought so, it’s only a fitness check prior to surgery.”
“Did you have one?”
“Yeah, but the anaesthetist did it the same day as I was chopped.”
“But he could have said no.”
“He could have, but he didn’t and I had no reason to believe he would.”
“I’m beginning to think I should have done more exercise.”
“Why, your figure looks fabulous?”
“Well, all I do is walk a bit.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“I hope so, Mummy, I really want this to happen–I just can’t go on living with this disparity between body and soul.” Interesting phrasing, not heard that variation before–perhaps I need to get out more.
“I’m sure they’ll sort it for you and then you’ll be complete.”
“I hope so. Mummy,” she blushed as she spoke, “is it true you can orgasm after surgery?”
“Yes, but it’s different to before if you understand me?” Why did I say that, I’d only had one or two before I got sorted.
“I think so.”
“You might ejaculate but it will be very little so much of the enjoyment is almost a psychic thing.”
“What spiritual?”
Oh dear, I hardly think that Simon and I bonking on the kitchen table constituted a spiritual act but we both enjoyed it immensely, though he was the one who yelled, not me–so it wasn’t a case of ’When Harry met Sally,’ and the restaurant scene. I’m no Meg Ryan–though it was very funny.* Besides he yelled because he banged his knee on the table leg.
“Some might describe it as beautiful, an act of love between two people.”
“Not just sex then?”
I blushed thinking of last night, “Nothing wrong with that, except it tends to pall rather quickly, so they say. Passion doesn’t burn for long it tends to use all the fuel very quickly. A slow burner lasts much longer.
“Yeah, that’s okay when you’re older...”
“You mean like Daddy and I?”
She blushed and shrugged.
“I’m only thirty, hopefully I could have another sixty years to go yet.”
“Sorry, Mummy, I didn’t quite mean it like that.”
“Have you had sex yet?” I asked though I had little doubt about it.
She blushed and nodded.
“Penetrative?”
Still blushing she nodded.
“I suspect you’ll find vaginal penetration a bit different.”
“You’ve like, tried both ways?” she asked quietly and now it was my turn to blush.
“Um–no–I was just speculating.” Is it hot in here or am I having a hot flush.
“A BJ?” she asked and I nearly burst into flames as I nodded. She smiled sweetly and knowingly. How can kids ask your advice when they already know more than you do?
Simon arrived and the conversation fell silent.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked seeing us both blushing.
“Er–no, darling, we were just talking.”
“About sex.”
“It might have entered the conversation, I really can’t remember.”
“Cathy you are both blushing like nuns discovered doing gymnastics in the cucumber patch.”
“So, we’re blushing, maybe we were talking about someone we both love.”
“Like who?” he asked starting to colour up himself.
“Oh we couldn’t reveal that, it was just girl talk–you know, men’s bottoms and things–right, Sammi?”
“Uh–oh yeah, there’s this guy I see on the train most days and he has a totally beautiful bum–I’m so tempted to stroke it as he goes past...”
Simon glowered at us, “I don’t wish to know this, but it appears that women are just as sex crazed as men.”
“Just window shopping, darling, you know that women like to shop or browse,” I almost growled the last word at him and he blushed even more.
“Oh yeah, Mummy, who is tiger?” Sammi asked me.
“Oh look at the time, you’ll have to be going, parking at the hospital can be a nightmare.”
“It’s okay, babes, we have a taxi ordered.”
“Oh, fine–right, I’d better clean up in here, I gave David the day off after all his work for my birthday.”
“Did you ever open your present?” Simon asked me.
“Present?” I shook my head.
“You know, last night.”
“No,” I smirked thinking of something else last night.
“Not that, woman, the present I gave you.”
I smiled again.
“No you stupid bitch, the little box–remember, I met Tim?”
“Yeah, you said you met Tim.”
“I got it from him.”
“Did you?” I blushed again, “Where did I put it?”
“How the hell do I know, I carried it about for a whole week and knew where it was, you have it for five minutes and lose it.”
“Oh poo, I can’t remember what I did with it.”
“You were rather distracted, Mummy, from what I heard.”
“Here’s your taxi–good luck.” Oh shit, where did I put it?
* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-bsf2x-aeE
Comments
well we deserved that
great story as usual, the Daily always brightens the day even if it is mid afternoon
Goddess Bless you
Love Desiree
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Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Is that all they ever talk about. I dunno' who's worse; women or monotheists!!!!!
Still lovin' it.
Bevs.
Very Funny Today
The reason for Simon yelling was delivered perfectly and then, there were the nuns in the cucumber patch. Soo funny.
Thanks Angharad.
Nuns in the cucumber patch
I almost fell out of my chair at that mental picture. It resembled a flock of seagulls attempting takeoff on land with none of them knowing which the wind was blowing.
Best,
DJ
I really didn't like the "stupid bitch" thing from Simon
He needs to be careful whether it's in jest or serious. That just isn't a phrase to use to address your wife and the mother of your children.
Hope Sammi gets her confidence back. She should come back from this appt happy but still concerned about some pretty major surgery event if her soul needs it.
I recall...
I recall trepidation going for my pre-op (FFS) physical last June... My fear had nothing to do with the surgery... It was that the doc would find something else wrong that would cause me to cancel it AGAIN (as happened the previous year - 2 days before my scheduled surgery date). Luckily that didn't happen. I went into my surgery not worried at all... I was so looking forward to the result... (And, the result was what was expected - I don't recall the last time someone mistook me for a guy - in person. Would I have complained at being pretty too? No... But,that wasn't the goal.) That said, a few days after the surgery (when pain peaked, and I had a secondary infection) I was making comments about "And, I PAID someone to beat me up...".
I've certainly not heard Sammi express any concerns about whether her transition was the right thing or not. That said, it IS major surgery, and no matter how good the surgeon/staff, something COULD go wrong. (And, I hope I remember this!)
Thanks,
Annette
And we still
And we still don't know what was in the little box (that she put in her robe pocket)...
We can guess that it's jewelry... Perhaps earrings to match the ring?
Kids DO talk about their parent's nocturnal activities... Specially when they're "excessively" enthusiastic...
Thanks,
Annette
Is there anything
at all that Simon and Cathy do, that isn't known by the entire household clan? I think even Kiki and Bramble know, although how they told everyone else is beyond me. Do they have a link to Bonzi and Izzy who then manage to get the human author so firmly under their control to include it in the story THEY are telling so well?
Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?
Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm
Please, never fake one ...
I'm just a guy, and my 'reading' of my partner is poor at best.
Faking, means messing up the signals of how well I'm pleasuring them, and makes it even more difficult ...
If it's "not working", or they are getting sore, or it's getting late ... Just beg off, or say something like "let's try another time", or "tonight is not my (their) night".
It's difficult for me to do things right. I value giving pleasure far more than a phony "false positive" sop to my ego.