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Waking Nightmares to Beautiful Dreams
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Waking Nightmares to Beautiful Dreams Waking Nightmares to Beautiful Dreams The Viking just flew out today heading back to the land of Menace. He was home for 10 days. The first few were a bit tense and honestly kind of strange. I was still in “warrior” mode from fighting with him for the last several months and had you asked me before he got home I would have told you I’d prefer he not come home for a few more weeks. We had some serious discussions about the events of the last 6+ months and the Mistress. We clarified some things we weren’t quite on the same page about. We had a couple of stupid spats over things that didn’t really matter but the most important thing is that we reconnected with each other again. My anger, frustration and hurt seemed to melt a little at a time. I finally feel like I really have my true loving Viking back again. He made huge efforts to try to make me see that he is back and wants our marriage to thrive again. He fully accepted how much he fucked up and how close he was to destroying an incredible marriage over someone not likely to ever fit into his life never mind our lives. He still gets prickly about her sometimes when I say things he doesn’t think are very nice but at least he now admits when it is the truth. It isn’t “over” with her but that is mainly due to her not wanting to address the issue. I suspect that they will remain “romantic pen pals” but that she will let the actual physical relationship die rather than deal with the issues of how she can fit into our lives. They aren’t speaking much at all anymore and what they do speak of is superficial political or military shit I’m not at all interested in. I reminded him it would take time for me to fully accept that he isn’t going to betray me again for her. I also remind myself that only time will tell if he’s really willing to stand his ground with her. The Viking and I went to the local swing club I’ve been going to since July. The first time we went was couples only night and we wound up playing with 2 other Italian couples. The women initiated with me and then the men joined in. No, they didn’t speak English and we don’t speak Italian (much) but it worked and we had tons of fun. We also had quite an audience anywhere we were having sex which was fun. The last time was Friday night and it was not fun. There were too many creepy single guys who seemed to think that I was free meat since I was there with a man. I’ve never had that issue when I’ve gone alone. I told the Viking that I’d rather be there alone and be invisible and unapproachable rather than the creep factor. I’ll go back at some point and I’m sure the Viking will want to go back when he’s home. I got to spend another night with my gorgeous Italian Love during the week since the Viking was home to get Lil Bit up and off to school the next morning. If you want to know what he looks like take a look at my beautiful friend, the sexiest of Spartans, gardenboy321. Minus the glorious tattoos these too men are quite similar. In fact, I wonder now if that wasn’t part of the attraction to start with. I’ve described my Italian Love as a Rocker version of Jean Luc Picard from Star Trek. For those pervs wanting to know about the dirty details of the sex it is incredible. He’s even larger than my Viking which presents quite the challenge for me with oral and I pride myself on that skill. His stamina is killer, hours and hours basically non-stop. The man is more than a decade older than me and wears my ass out! We both had sex injuries this time. My chin fared better but still had a bit of stubble burn and his cock was sore. We both agreed more practice would solve both issues…lol… Anyway, I was so excited to get to spend an entire night with him but nervous because I was worried that my over active romantic imagination had over hyped the amazing connection he and I have. Apparently he had the same fears as we found when we were walking along the Brenta River talking about how happy we were to see each other. I’m thrilled to tell you that not only was our nervousness unnecessary but our connection is even more intense than I remembered or maybe it is just growing with each time we are together. I’ve never known a man so willing to open his heart and show his emotions. He is as in love with me as I am him and we find more and more we have in common. He is fiercely romantic yet pragmatic and open minded. He sends me clips of artwork that remind him of me and songs he sings for me. He has such a busy life trying to get his music heard and recognized but always makes time to chat with me everyday. He says the sweetest things to make my heart melt. Like the first night we were together, towards the end of the night I was begging him to cum with me and he chuckled then whispered in my ear in Italian. When I asked him to translate he said “I can’t be bothered with that because I’m too much enjoying the hurricane in my arms.” This time I was an inferno lighting his heart and soul on fire with my love. I don’t think either of us slept much or very well. The sex is effortless the sleeping together may take some getting used to. Plus I don’t think he sleeps much and I’m a<b> marathon </font></b>sleeper. He brought me breakfast in bed the next morning (tea and a protein smoothie) and then made love to me again even after telling me he just couldn’t anymore. Same thing happened in our 2nd shower. Neither of us wanted to part but we both had things we had to do that afternoon. I left glowing, feeling blessed and loved beyond compare. This idea of sharing and polyamory are a bit hard for him to understand. Oddly for him I think being poly is easy but the sharing sexually and kink just aren’t his thing. We talked a lot about both before and at dinner. He can’t imagine wanting to see me in another man’s arms sexually whereas my Viking is truly turned on by it. He doesn’t have any problem with sharing me emotionally but I think sexually he is possessive. I sensed that no matter how much I reassured him that the Viking was really happy that I had him in my life that until he heard and saw that comfort himself that he couldn’t truly believe it. Not that he doubted my honesty just one of those times when you have to see something with your own eyes to truly believe it. He did seem to understand much better when I explained that the Viking just can’t tap into his softer feelings the way my Italian Love does. Never mind expressing those feelings to me outwardly. My Viking can be very romantic at times but I think his work has killed a piece of him that even my love will never resurrect. The Viking loves me tremendously and would do anything for me to make me happy but there are limits to what he can do and it isn’t fair for me to ask those things of him. My Italian Love gives me the soft sweet emotional love that the Viking just can’t give me enough of. He tries to give me the snuggles and cuddles I need but it isn’t what he needs. By having my Italian Love in my life there is a burden of my needs taken off the Viking’s shoulders. The Viking was a bit taken aback by the intensity of my connection to my Italian Love (I have got to come up with a better blog name for him but nothing has seemed right so far. Any suggestions?) I told him that he was the only man besides the Viking that I have ever had that kind of intense immediate connection to but he didn’t really get it until we were talking after I got home from spending the night. The Viking asked me jokingly when I was going to profess my undying love to him and I answered quite seriously that we had both done that the first night we were together. I could feel his shock but he tried to play it off as just being NRE (New Relationship Energy) and no big deal. I told him that I didn’t expect him to accept it because he didn’t believe in love at first sight but that I did. He didn’t belittle our feelings again after that but he did need some reassurance that I wasn’t going to try to replace him. We talked about what I love about them both and my not giving him up but needing someone who could feed that sweet romantic side of me just as much as I need him. My Viking knows me better than anyone in my life ever has and there are some very dark, nasty sides of me and my life that I don’t think my Italian Love would accept as easily as the Viking. The Viking loves all of me even my evil bitchiness. My Italian Love is all about only allowing positive energy in your life and as much as I try to embrace that there are just times when I have to be an evil bitch to avoid being walked on. In any case, I wouldn’t give up my Viking for anything or anyone (short of him driving me away) but I also want more. I want the tender, sweet but absolutely intense love that I have with my Italian Love too. Since we’re poly there’s no reason I can’t have both. We threw a cookout at the house the day before the Viking flew back to celebrate him being home and just enjoy having our friends over. We had about 25 people but my Italian Love and his band mates weren’t able to come because they had a last minute music engagement come up. I really wanted the Viking to meet my Italian Love so he could reassure him that he really was happy that I have him in my life. So we went to the acoustic set the band was playing. I could tell my Italian Love was nervous. He was drinking grappa while playing which he never does and smoking again after he quit for weeks. He played “Cowgirl in the Sand” for me and came over when he could take a break to say “hello”. We had already talked about it being best for us to just appear to be good friends when at the public music settings. I honestly don’t think that will last long but it is the wisest course for now. We stayed until after the crowd had thinned and he had made his rounds so we could just hang out with the band. I already knew the other two but the Viking didn’t. The Viking said he found a few minutes alone with my Italian Love to tell him that he knew how happy he made me and that made him happy. Judging from the message I got before I got home that really set my Italian Love’s mind at ease. I’m really curious to hear how he felt about the meeting. He played the song that we met over and I sang. He promised to make some time for me this week and I can’t wait to see him again. I have a really busy week ahead of me and I know my Italian Love does too. In less than 2 weeks Lil Bit and I will be heading to the Viking’s new home for a long weekend and the following weekend is [LadyUnlaced]’s wedding! Woohoo! I’m sooo excited. Also a bit worried since I don’t have a definite sitter lined up for Lil Bit and I really can’t take her out of school for that much time. It will work itself out I’m sure. I have two different events for the Pet Project with coming weekend plus the meetings and preparation to get ready for them both. That my dear pervs is how a week can move me from living in a waking nightmare to nothing but beautiful dreams of the future with my Viking and my Italian Love. I hope you all have had a fabulous week. Pics attached is 119 lbs of happy Nympho!  Kisses, LA    |
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Very hot pic. Kisses
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Now I hope you are fantasizing about me, and the Italian Spartan having our way with you. lol Thoughts from the Garden...
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Very Nice!! again... very lucky people to be hainging with a sexy woman like you!!
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I loved reading this...hearing your so happy! How life can turn around 180 degrees huh? To be honest I'm glad that the Viking finally pulled his head out of his ass!!!  As for a name for the new man...dont change it...after all he is Italian and your Love.... Congrats on the weight loss, you look fab!
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9/14/2015 6:34 pm |
"A Rocker Jean-Luc Picard." Now that's something that I'm having a hard time picturing...maybe I should ask a friend to work something up on PhotoShop. Glad to hear that things seem to be looking up for you, bella. 
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9/13/2015 4:04 pm |
nice foto and tattoo
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