Monday, May 29, 2006

Pain Meds

A few days ago, she ran out of pain meds. She's been burning through them faster than they were prescribed. She asked the doctor for more, and she was denied.

So she's been going without.

The first few days were pretty bad, but things have been getting better. She's been getting by with various non-narcotic means, tiger balm, TENS, and good old NSAIDs.

This morning, she said, "Hey, you know, I think my pain is going away."

You know, you can't TELL her that maybe she's taking too much medicine. She immediately launches into a tirade about how much pain she's in... but here we are.

I hope this is a transformative moment.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Still here.

Okay, so... another celibate weekend in the Nobilis house. No news there, right? She threw out her back on friday doing something she didn't need to do, and that was that.

I hate that I'm sometimes suspicious that she's avoiding me, sexually.

In other news, our preparations for the second honeymoon over the July 4 weekend have been continuing, and the B&B we're going to has a private hot tub for us to enjoy. I'm looking forward to it. It's about three hours away, but we're getting someone really good in to watch the kids, so we're not worried.

We really REALLY need this.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

"Maybe tomorrow."

I thought we had agreed to make saturday mornings our time together, but evidently not. She's using the excuse that we have a doctor's appointment at eleven to put me off. I don't think that's the real reason, but how does one argue with "no"?

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Wow, busy week

This is incredible. Completely out of the blue, Ellie Lumpesse (see the link in the title) posted Bedroom Radio #10. With one of my stories in it, one I wrote for her.


It just barely makes up for the fact that the wife was having trouble feeding herself tonight... she says it's the drugs, but the drugs never did this to her before.

Ain't that always the way it is?

Sunday, May 07, 2006

More good news

My, my, good news and bad news just seems to keep coming.

This one is more good news.

Last month, I entered a story contest. It was over at the "Breast Expansion Story Club" (stories of body transformation have always been a personal favorite of mine) and my submission came in second!

Here's the capsule review the judges posted (at ) in response to my story:

"2. Nobilis - The Nefarious Plot Of Professor Bolster
Stories told from a female perspective aren’t that uncommon… ones that do it well are quite infrequent but both of those AND adds in a rather unusual early 20th century setting and you’ve already got an interesting mix. The story sits together very well and progresses in a realistic manner, not just that but its got more than enough BE. A unique and memorable story to be sure."

I'm thrilled... in the truest sense of the word.

Saturday, May 06, 2006


The kids didn't wake us up this morning... we just kind of woke up. Well rested, I asked if she wanted some coffee. She said it would be wonderful.

I went down, made some coffee, warmed up one of her favorite scones in the microwave, got some cookies and some crackers and some cheese. We sat and ate breakfast and listened to "Car Talk". When we had finished eating, I asked her how she was doing, and with the caffeine and food and all, she said she was alright. I asked her for a handjob, and she said yes.

I lay back with a towel over my belly and she got some lube (yeah, we still keep it around) and she started up. It was good... very good. I was right on the brink for ... well, it seemed like forever, but it must have been about ten minutes. Finally, she got frustrated with the lack of "results" (I was perfectly happy the way things were going) and she lubed herself up and started to sit astride. That position's really bad for her knees, though, so I told her to get on her hands and knees, we started fucking doggie-style. Because my legs are rather long, I usually put one knee down, and one up and to the side with my foot on the bed.

It wasn't the best sex I've ever had... but after... how long? End of november. I just checked the list. After that long, I'm certainly not going to complain. It was wonderful, and close, and I couldn't have spent my morning better.

After she had cleaned up and I had had a shower, I offered to reciprocate, because she hadn't had an orgasm, but she demurred, and maybe I'll do that for her tomorrow.

So... better.

We talked about making it a regular saturday morning thing. She was okay with that.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Of course. Every hint of hope must be snuffed out.

This morning, while she was driving me to work, her speech started getting slurred and she started having trouble driving. I was terrified. I tried to get her to pull over, but she refused, said she was fine... while weaving back and forth.

I finally got her to stop, turned around, and took her to the ER. They did a CAT scan.

It turns out that she has minor diffuse brain damage, probably due to diabetes.

More doctor visits. More specialists.

What did she do to deserve this?

Monday, May 01, 2006

Hope springs again

Last night was very hopeful. She came to bed in just her panties, rather than the sweats or flannel nightgown that she ordinarily wears, and while she fell asleep before the spark could ignite, there definitely was a spark there.

So now... we're planning a second honeymoon over the July 4 weekend.

Burn a candle for me, folks.