In an attempt to add some spontaneity in our sex life, I proposed to my wife that we draw cards to determine what sex to have that evening. She counter-proposed that we also draw intimacy cards. We created some cards and even sold them online for a while, but we couldn’t get the price cheap enough to make it work, though we did make some sales.
Before we made the cards, we started with a standard deck of playing cards. It went something like this—but not exactly (close enough for the government):
- A – Anal (of course)
- 2 – Shave her Pussy
- 3 – Shoot Video – I’m the director
- 4 – Facial
- 5 – Deepthroat
- 6 – Sixty-Nine
- 7 – Sex at my Office
- 8 – Mild Bondage
- 9 – Something Creative
- 10 – Power Toys
- J – Mutual Masturbation
- Q – Vaginal
- K – Blowjob
- Of course, Jokers were wild
As I mentioned these were not the actual cards, but you should get the idea. She had her own translations like I prepare dinner, breakfast in bed, a long massage, evening out dancing, some new lingerie, a quaint picnic. You know: intimate girly things.
We did this on and off for about a year and a half. She got tired of having too many cards be drawn when she wasn’t quite in the mood, and she didn’t feel her cards were worth as much, for example, she would take anal and I would give her a massage. I almost always gave her a massage before anal anyway. It was nice while it lasted. My favourite was sex in the office—at least it was the most memorable.
She picked the card the night before, which meant no sex, as it turned out, but she made up for it the next day. She decided to bring me lunch so as not to look too suspicious. She closed the door behind her, and we drew the blinds tighter than usual. I wasn’t interested in lunch, save for her box, but that was to be later. We were going to keep it simple. She knelt under my desk, unzipped my fly, and had her mouth on my cock in a fluid motion. Although the door did have a lock on it, we were giddy with nervous excitement—and what a way to de-stress and break up the day with a quickie BJ.
Well, a blowjob is a blowjob is a blowjob is a blowjob, so I don’t have to go into any details to be sure. I came; she swallowed, wiped her mouth, and we talked and ate for a bit. Then it was time to get back to work again. That evening, I got seconds, but this time I made her dessert.
I definitely recommend something like this if your love life is in a rut and you want to add some chance to your bedroom routine. You don’t need to use cards. You could use dice—especially the RPG type—, a coin toss—though with obviously fewer options—, but it gives heads and tails a nice meaning, a magic eight ball, a spinner from a game like twister. Just use your imagination. You might be pleasantly surprised.