IT'S A HEIGHT THING

Have you ever had something so random be so exciting?

This may sound crazy, but I am positively GIDDY over my height and Steven's height and how we seem to just FIT TOGETHER LIKE I NEVER KNEW POSSIBLE.

I know there are tons of girls out there that want their men taller than them. Okay, fine. I have NEVER cared, and have been with men that are a wide range of heights. My husband is 7 inches taller than me, and it has never bugged me. Until now.

Steven and I are basically the same height. And I think that it is the MOST AMAZING THING. Ever. And I am finding more and more reasons to love it as our relationship grows.

The first time I hugged him, it felt so right. And when I shocked the hell out of him by kissing him within minutes of our first meeting, it wasn't even an option in my mind to NOT kiss him. HIS LIPS WERE RIGHT THERE. And his lips are crazy hot (look at yesterday's HNT post...you will surely agree).

The first time we were in a bed together, I remember thinking that I liked that our feet touched. And then when I went home to my husband, it bugged me that my feet touched his legs when I was laying next to him. I liked the foot to foot feeling so much better.

As our sex life has grown to include different places, I am really digging the height thing! When I had my hands up against the glass in a hotel room overlooking the river (http://wheredoyouwanttoputthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/foggy-hand-prints-windows-and-lubeoh-my.html), it worked because of our heights. We have figured out the perfect bed height for us is one that hits right at my hip bones, I can bend over it and it makes for some great sex. The hood of my MOMMY MINIVAN is a great height also, a little bend and sticking my ass out puts Steven at an angle that feels fucking fantastic.

It took us a few months to "get" why it was so great. And then Steven pointed out that we are the perfect heights for each other. Now, I know plenty of people that are having hot sex and they are different heights than their partner, but STILL. For us this is just super fun and super hot!

The other night Steven and I met up for a few hours. We had a few drinks, and then decided to go to OUR BEACH (he calls it MISSY BEACH). The sun had set, and we drove to this dead end road where we can access this beach. The end of the dead end road has a perpetual mud puddle that varies in size depending on the amount of rain that has fallen lately. We dubbed this LAKE __________ (Steve's last name). We have sat and talked in the car by our lake, danced by our lake, goofed off by our lake, and this is where he bent me over my minivan recently.

The great thing about an extramarital relationship is that you have to GET CREATIVE. Yes, there are days that I just wish that we could be NORMAL, like a NORMAL couple, and have a house, and be able to just be together without having to think through the logistics (I can't complain though because Steven is the master of logistics). However, it is pretty hot that we have to think outside of the box, get creative, and because of that, it ups the excitement of our relationship tremendously. I have a feeling that no matter what though, we would always be daring and exciting. We are just those kind of people...we will probably be senior citizens and having crazy sex at porn stores and outdoors.

So, we go to our beach. I was a little freaked out after Steven mentioned watching out for "bad guys" and he got a kick out of making me scream by pointing out "scary" stuff that wasn't even really scary, it was just dark and everything gets spookier in the dark!

We got down to the water, where we could see part of the city, boats, trains, etc. Steven took off his shoes and put his feet in the water, and then took a giant stick and wrote I LOVE MISSY in the sand. He did this once before at a lake that we sometimes go to, and when he did it I told him that he was the first person to ever write that they loved me in the sand. He seemed shocked, but it was the honest truth. I rolled up my jeans, took my flip flops off, and put my toes in the cold water. We held on to each other, and began passionately kissing. Steven's fingers made their way underneath my pink cherry boy short panties, where he began touching me with such precision that my legs felt weak. We made our way over to a log, where I insisted on having his cock in my mouth RIGHT NOW.

I sucked and touched and looked up at Steve. I had him straddle the log, where I continued to enjoy every inch of him in my mouth (I swear it does as much for me as it does for him...such a turn on!). He reached in my shirt and found my nipples, and if FELT SO GOOD. I stopped sucking long enough to remove my shirt and bra, and let the cool night air and his hands caress my skin. He placed his hard cock between my breasts, and thrust between them while I squeezed them together. Then back in my mouth he went! When we both were so worked up that we could hardly stand it, he had me drop my jeans and panties, and bend over.

I placed my hands on the log, well aware that anyone in a passing boat or train would get a full on view of my ass and naked upper body. Within seconds I was *trying* to grab on to something, anything as I came...I have this habit of almost flailing my hands and arms, unsure of what to do with them, unaware of my upper body and I JUST WANT TO GRAB SOMETHING. Unfortunately, this large log wasn't especially GRABBABLE, so I think I smacked it or something. HE FELT SO GOOD!!

I came a second time (maybe a 3rd?) and could feel Steven getting close. His already huge cock felt almost TOO big as it throbbed inside of me. He informed me that he was going to cum in me (last chance to say NO! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH!) and I nodded, and so he did. He held me (still bent over the log) and we both reveled in our BRAVENESS and the excitement of "OUR BEACH" and how we could seriously bring blankets and get lost in each other and the beauty of being outside.

When he pulled out of me I had that UH-OH MOMENT of knowing that if I didn't do something FAST that his tastiness would be running down my leg momentarily. I laughed and sat my bare ass down on the log...and grabbed a tank top that I had been wearing under my shirt and that worked just fine (note to self...think about this before more beach sex...or INSIST on swallowing...oohhhh it makes me want some NOW just thinking about it...).

We sat and kissed and talked and slowly got dressed and made our way back to the car, still marveling about how HOT THAT WAS and how we HAD TO DO THAT AGAIN, and SOON.

After we parted ways, Steven sent me a text message that said "A BLANKET, OUR BEACH, AND FOOD...OH, THE POSSIBILITIES..."

Yes baby, the possibilities are SO there. Yes, it's a STEVE THING. Yes, it's a MISSY THING. And most of all, it is an US THING. However....it is so totally a HEIGHT THING too!