This weekend was well lived.
Friday was filled to the brim with family stuff, but Saturday was for us.
We spent the day poolside, naked in the sunshine with G and his new girlfriend Sprite. She’s new to sharing so this was a get-to-know date. Everyone seemed to be clicking as we traded tales of our greatest sexual adventures and mishaps. She sipped gin-and-sodas until she was pink cheeked and giggling, and suddenly not so shy. I was reclining against my husband, staring up at the big fluffy clouds, soaking up the sensation of sunlight touching all the parts that are usually covered up. I closed my eyes and smiled as a cool breeze tickled across my bare skin.
When I looked back at G and Sprite she was sucking his cock. I blushed, it was unexpected, I felt frozen in my seat. From where I was sitting the arm of the chair obstructed my view, but I could see her short blonde hair framing her face as she bobbed up and down and looked up at him, her blue eyes shining. I watched him, his forearms throbbing as he held her hair and slowed her down, at the way he inhaled sharply when she didn’t listen, the way his jaw set when he was close…
When we got home my husband and I fucked like we were trying to break each other. A storm raged out our windows and we matched it’s intensity.
Later on we met Euro Girl and her husband for drinks and flirted with Cee, who was behind the bar. There were lots of familiar faces and the night ended with Cub and my husband reminiscing about old times.
We slept in until it was physically impossible to sleep any longer, we languished over tea and coffee in bed. He did the yard work because it was his turn and I snuggled in bed listening to the birds.
I made my favourite dinner and we ate fresh homemade strawberry ice cream and now I’m texting one of the cutest girls you’ve ever seen while my husband puts Biodome on.
I don’t want the weekend to end.
"What are you doin’ up?"
I just need the quiet, the drone of the fan.
My head is heavy, picking apart your projections from my own, I have a lot of work to do.
I’ve been floating since it happened, trying not to let it sink in.
You’re capable of grave things.
You leave me lost in wonder.
Come sit in the dark with me and tell me your favourite colour,
it changes all the time.
My self care day was a huge success. After my triumphant morning achievements I proceeded to kick ass at circus school. I was super fucking strong today, everything felt right when my hands were on that hoop. In just 4 weeks I’ve caught up to the level I was at before the accident. Which means next week I get to start learning new tricks again!
Other awesome things:
- Visiting Robin to snuggle and show off my circus wounds (not pictured: delicious banana bread she made for me)
- Dinner and milkshakes with my favourite people
- Taking a selfie in the exact location of the first time I kissed a girl
And now? An epsom salt bath for my aching muscles, a big joint and Pulp Fiction cuddled on the couch with hubs.
SELF-CARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!