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Skipping Second…..

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Skipping Second…..

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The base system was a new one for me.  I think because my childhood was full of rounders, cricket, rugby and football (the English version).  Baseball was a mystery.  We certainly didn’t apply the rounders bases to sexual progress.  I wish I could remember what we did attribute our progress to?  I think it was rather crass in that teenage way: “Did he touch your boobs?”; “Did you get off with each other?” (read kissing, touching, no sex); “Did you shag?” (read all the way). Such excitement meant we got straight to the point in rural England.    So last week I really did need a quick tutorial from Miss. Lee for the U.S 1-2-3 system.  How refined it seemed compared!

Enter the week.  A whole week to kiss, touch chests, touch bits.  Easy, right?  Well…. no.  The Duke is on a crazy work deadline so all week the Boy Duke and I didn’t see him.  By the time he got home I was already off to bed.  Roll on Friday: I put Boy Duke to bed and we managed to finally see each other, eat a curry and simply talk.  Miracle.  Is there a base for that?  There should be.  Maybe that’s the batting zone (is that what it is called?). We bat, make it to first base.   O.K, we didn’t proceed further than that, but it’s still an evening to cherish.

Roll on the weekend.  We have decided to invite Boy Duke’s friends from daycare (7 of them) and their parents (10 of them) to our house for a little early evening party.  Boy Duke is beside himself to be surrounded by his buddies.  The kids trash the house and we have a great evening.  I was tempted to hit big and go for third late at night, but after we picked up the entire contents of his bedroom off the floor and found every coin from his piggy bank strewn in the spare bed, we flopped into bed.  The next morning, energized from walking the dogs at 6:30AM, I decided this was my moment.  The Duke wakes up to a curve ball. I hit it straight on, run past 1st, second doesn’t even get a look-in and I head straight for third. Bam. Rise and shine. The crowd cheers.  Home run? No such luck.  Doctor’s orders.


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