The Flying O: Creating Reality From Fiction

He rises from his knees slowly sliding his hands up, along the back of my legs and my satin skirt falls like a draped curtain,  falling down, covering the space where his head had just lingered. Lightly skimming the sensitive skin behind my knees, his fingers continue sliding  upwards, up my legs.  Grazing up to the curve where my legs meet the curve of my ass.  His eyes look up into mine following them as I try my hardest to avoid a direct stare…but fail miserably.

His mouth twitches with a slight smirk, and I melt in more than one place. With no warning, he stands as his hands grip the underside of my bottom, scooping and lifting my ass forward, up into his hands. I let out a little screech wrapping my legs around his torso, holding onto those damned forearms and  my stomach clenches as he raises my chest to his mouth and sucks the full peak of my breast like the top of a soft serve ice cream cone with a gentle, steady pressure and ending with a double taste and suck of my nipple.  At the same time I am surprised to feel the coolness as my wet pussy meets the bottom of his hard stomach where I don’t stay long,  I press into his body seeking pressure where I didn’t even know I needed it and  I oh so slickly,  slide back down against his abs and feel that path of hair against my own slick opening. Passing down and resting perfectly against his soft cotton boxer briefs that have taken the place of his dress pants he’s now stepping out of.  That bulge of cotton rubs just the right amount of friction against my sensitive wet clit. I  let out the slow breath I know I’m barely breathing. Then,  just like that, with a forward motion, he slides me down onto my back.  I am left untouched and greedily arching up to find contact only to discover  none of that friction I need.   I look up at him and he is staring down, at me.

Trying to hide the fact that I can hardly seem to catch a  breath, I just stare up at his neck, focusing on one spot in an attempt to calm my nerves or maybe my hormones… at this point, I’m not really sure what this is that I need to calm, but I have a  feeling  it really doesn’t matter. In a matter of seconds he takes my face in his hands, forces my face up to meet his and the  next thing I know he is loving me with the most consuming kisses. He is  loving my face, my neck, my mouth.  Suddenly, my body realizes what a good thing it has going and gives into the pace of it all. And it just happens, I finally let go and realize that this is exactly what I have been wanting all along, even if I have no idea what I am really in for.

There it is. That classic scene. That moment when the man picks her up with a swift grab to  her dainty little ass. not sure if there’s about to be some crazy oral sex in the sky scene, like a pair of ice dancers, or he just throws her onto a bed or couch, it’s a fantasy that many women (and men) will live a life without for the sake of their marriage or commitment to their partner who is physically unable to do so. Do I miss that this won’t happen to me in my lifetime with my husband? Duh!  Of  course! So what does a girl do? She thinks of all the other exciting ways to make sex a lot more adventurous!

YES! I want to be taken against a wall. Reality: it’s not happening.  Let me also make it clear here that many men can’t help us in this department because of our own body size issues. Lord knows if I lost a “few” pounds, there would be more options, but we aren’t here to shame anyone for their body. We are here to find ways to make sex hot despite our disability.  Let’s prove there are ways to get freaky when your body doesn’t move like a typical yoga instructor and you don’t weigh 110 lbs., with the ass the shape of an apple or heart or whatever shape and size it needs to be that he can actually reach around from the back to pull your hair and kiss you at the same time as, well, sticking it to you. I digress.

Let’s not forget our apple yoga butt sisters out there may very well be in similar situations with their partners being disabled or not able to carry out the big lift.  I’ve got you girl.  The purpose of my OVER sharing is ultimately to help anyone  who’s partner is  suffering with unbearable pain, has a disability and/or is getting weak just like mine.  Whatever your situation, stick around because I have a few really cool discoveries that really do change sex for the better.

Speaking of sex for the better… did you know that Erectile Dysfunction isn’t the only reason for men to get help with a stronger more “confident” boner??  If your guy has to work hard, if he gets tired, has pain issues, and sex isn’t what you want it to be, you can talk to your doctor! We did and we got these pills.  There are all sorts of ED pills. Your doctor will give you what you need, but the point is you MUST ASK!!! It is so very worth it. Do it over email if you are too embarrassed!  Everyone deserves a decent erection unless we are talking about more serious disabilities where you find another way to get pleasure (Please don’t give up).

We pay about $100 deductible with a Medicare Advantage Plan for 45 pills. He can take between 1-5 pills each time you “do it”). “We” take 2 pills per lucky night. I would like to state for the record that this is the one drug that I am happy to pay money for. That’s $4 a fuck. A long nice, hard, (didn’t really know it could get that hard to be honest) and I could swear it’s a little longer, penis that I get to myself. I love this penis. I loved the old one, but this new one is like something I didn’t know we could have! For $4?!?! YES PLEASE! Oh by the way, that whole, erection lasting longer than four hours B/S they suggest on the commercials? I’m still waiting for that little gift. It’s never happened and we are on our second bottle.

Side Note:  Don’t be silly…you know I am NOT a doctor and I have no experience (although I swear I can diagnose anyone I know at a 100% accuracy track record) so don’t go around your own doctors advice! My husband has a complicated neuromuscular disease and we had to clear it with cardiology, his general doctor and his neurologist just to get it prescribed. It was super cute to see each doctor’s enthusiasm for us though. Sex is natural people! They want you to be happy too! Make sure you speak to your significant other’s doctors and have him cleared…even a healthy guy!

Let’s get back to the “whole strong man lifts light lady,  making her whole world spin (literally and figuratively), having sex in the sky” conversation. I came across this amazing revelation last night trying to get a little more comfortable during a surprisingly pleasurable 2 tablet tryst. Let’s call it the Pillow High Sex in the Sky trick. No joke people…it is like you are being lifted you are floating while well, for the sake of rhyming,.. floating while fucking.

  1. Laying down on a bed place a pillow under the MIDDLE of the “Receiving Partner’s” back leaving the lumbar and butt area totally unsupported.
  2. The Penis Partner kneels and slides in at that unsupported area holding whatever feels best. If you like your legs held, tell him, your ass, tell him, for goodness sake, now’s not the time to be shy.
  3. Have sex.  I recommend someone pay attention to your clit as well since I know very few women who can orgasm from vaginal penetration. (We can talk about our favorite clitoris sucker thing another time, but holy hot dog on a stick…there are few other toys a woman needs.

Perhaps you’ve been doing this forever already. That’s awesome! Feel free to share or visit our Facebook site and leave me a personal message if you have any questions. Obviously we’ve covered a really weird combination of topics that started with the lift that would never happen. I hope you can find your own satisfaction, please just promise me that you won’t give up on having a great sex night because of your disability or because of your partner. I’ll make sure the next little scenario is for YOU! Because sex and love making can be hot for all of us!

You don’t need to be five feet in the air to be flying high.

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XO,

Krissy J.

Unhidden Identity

You know…I think I’ve figured out what’s keeping me from sitting down and writing here every day. It’s that it’s this whole pen name. It’s the separation from my “real” life. Funny thing though, this IS the real part. The regular me? Not so much.

I’m a teacher and I happen to have some internet savvy kiddos. Even those who have moved out of the so called innocence of grade school and into middle or high school have no business knowing what’s going on in the most  intimate parts of my mind. For those kids,  I feel a sense protectiveness. For those kids I guard my name.

I’ve always been that girl who says too much. Who makes the first admission at happy hour. For some reason, I am having a hard time connecting to the idea of being some person behind a pen name. So let me let you in on a little info here to clear the air. My pen name is my name. It’s my nick name, my kid name. The one that I hold closest to my heart. The one that my mom and dad used with me and those who know me the closest call me by. Krissy Jana. I just don’t want to continue this identity as a fake person. Truly, I am the most close to my real self here.

Yes, I am avoiding some unwanted judgement. Yes, I am avoiding any unnecessary negative attention professionally…until I make enough to move on from the classroom (wink wink). Yes, I may be a wimp for now. But that’s kind of me too! I’m three fourths the way there, out of the preverbal closet. Ready to make mom and dad blush, but not quite ready to talk about it afterwards at the kitchen table.

Suddenly, I feel a slight amount of empathy for actresses like Dakota Johnson. I mean, pay me millions and I will gladly shed my insecurities, but I kind of get why she may put her foot down and not want her parents to watch her trilogy on the big screen.

So, hello and welcome. My name is Krissy. Krissy Jana. I love everything I shouldn’t. I’m going to write about it. I hope you love some of it. Either way, it’s me. Someday soon, I hope to connect my real life world with my everyday mom and teacher life. Until then, be glad. You get the good stuff!

That. Felt. Great.

xo,

KJ

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Being a Writing Contradiction

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Writing has always been my favorite subject to teach. I love teaching kids all about authors through the stories they write. We study the authors, look at techniques they use to begin to write (often the hardest part) and we work on practicing writing. They pick up their pencil and write for x amount of time. Every day as an endurance challenge.  Once the kids lock into the writing time, they really do love it. I have seen dozens of packed notebooks full of stories to prove it. The idea is to write and never stop. Don’t. Lift. That. Pencil. When the buzzer rings, a mass gush of breath expels and the kids go around the room sharing their writing.

It doesn’t have to be good. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to be writing that has “thrown up from their head through their pencil lead onto the paper”. We call it zombie writing. That’s really what it feels like. A total trans. It may start with 45 seconds, maybe 4 minutes after a while. Eventually, my students can zombie write about the subjects that they have been writing about, or that interest them, for a good 45 minutes. Without interruptions.

That being said, I’ve been off work, not teaching for almost five months now for a ridiculous injury. Let’s say it was a clusterf@*k of bad luck and ridiculous decision making by everybody but me. It wasn’t just the kid that innocently decided to stick his leg out and have a little stretch while I walked forward to retrieve some papers from the carpet seats, thrusting me forward. It may have been the custodian or adult who put that damned rusted out chair up on the desk each day not noticing that the leg was clearly broken apart just waiting for that one idiot to sit on it…in a staff meeting.  What a freaking nightmare! Right in the middle of some serious conversation, I blurt out “Oh my GOD I’m MELTING! Something’s happening! Why am I sinking to the ground?”.

These five months could partly be due to the surgeon who couldn’t get over his ego to admit he forgot to contact my other doctors to verify post op pain management just before wheeling me back into surgery, postponing it three more weeks. Whatever the reason, I can’t work. So, turning a bright eye to the situation, I finally had the time to  become that writer I had always planned on becoming.

Let me clarify, it’s NOT that easy. It’s freaking painful to start writing! I know that if anyone can do it, I can do it.  I have to! I even got the “MOM’s ONLY!” laptop to do the job. So the job must be done. But I’ve gotta tell you, the questions and self doubt you start attacking yourself with when you fist sit down to write are incredulous…

“Who’s going to tell my story?”

“What’s going to happen to my Christian Values if I write the good stuff I really want to write?”

“How am I going to find my audience?”

“It’s way more fun to read about this stuff. ”

“OMG the freaking words you have to write to get a little info across to the reader! This is going to take forever.”

“I’m going to hell.”

After two painful hours I finished two chapters, each in a different point of view since I couldn’t decide and only 1500 words.

Lesson learned.

I should have followed that small print in the teacher manual that insisted that we teachers sit and write during the student’s writing time.  If I had, I am quite sure I wouldn’t be in this position of eye yoga as I glare at my monitor.  What a gift it would have been to have given to myself that time to build writing stamina! You can’t get in trouble if the teacher’s book tells you to do it.

For any of you out there with kids. Allow me to  give you an “I would if I could…” If you don’t have kids, good for you! Enjoy and take this time to build your own writing endurance.

Sit down with your kids or spouse, friend, your cat or by yourself.

Set a timer for one minute or so.

Write without stopping.

When the buzzer goes off, share.

Parents:  NEVER CORRECT their organic writing at this creative stage. EVER. That’s how you get a kid to shut down and hate to write. Put away that red pen.

Just watch what happens over time. This is free, can be done anywhere, and anytime.

Let me know in the comments below if you have experience with this or if you have tried it yourself. I’d love to hear if your kids develop an affinity towards writing.

XO,

Krissy J.