Playing Post-Surgery

I have been gratified... encouraged... frightened? by my return of libido after tossing the womb to the curb by open abdominal three weeks ago today.  Likely retaining the gonads have contributed to that, but there appears to be no slack-off of the high appetite for erotic & kinky.

Granted, for the first week or so I was way too cautious and achy to even try.  It wasn't until I weaned myself off the narcotics that I even felt a stirring of the old flame and even then it took a couple of days before I acted on it.

Then came the Friday night nearly two weeks in when the opportunity presented and the gloves came off!  Taz and Moopie headed out to NJ to catch some of her summer theatre friends in a production, leaving me with the twins.  Once I had them bedded down I had the night to myself and the toybag came out to play :)

'No penetration' was still the rule.

Remember when I asked, "What about anal?"??

Yes, I was a bit sore the next day, but happily so, and since then the urges have only become stronger.

Yesterday, I finally tied myself back into a karada for the first time since before surgery; I had been hesitant since there are knots near (though not on) the surgical site and rope passes over it.

It has been fine however, and has certainly added to the fun... the tension in the harness and the way the knots rub have kept me mindful and near the edge almost constantly.  At one point the family left the house to catch a movie and let me work on my Paper of the Week, and I could not resist grabbing some time to myself to strip down to just the karada and read erotica until I had brought myself to several rolling orgasms and was a panting mess on the floor. :)

There is also the fun of wearing the karada around with no bra, no panties... just a tank top and swim trunks... even when walking around outside.  Did I mention the constant edginess?  Yes, I'm sure I did...

Last night I curled up next to Taz for a snuggle.  His hands roamed over the rope curiously and I held my breath thinking, 'this is it!'  But sadly, no... he kept watching TV and eventually I fell asleep beside him until he woke me and kicked me upstairs.  Ah, well...