We woke up early today, early for a Saturday, a day I don’t have to be at work until 1 in the afternoon. A day when every hen night decides it would be funny to go into a sex shop to try to buy willies on a stick. Sorry gals, not our store. We can, however, show you how to tie and gag your man while wearing a butt plug. They scamper away, with their little devil horns and their matching t-shirts: “Sasha’s girls” “Bride to be” written on the front. So yeah, we woke up early. We did some yoga and I couldn’t help but think of how awesome it is doing physical things together, besides sex. We went for a swim yesterday. Usually this means we do a few laps and then we mill around with D pulling me behind him and tossing me about like I am a waif. This time, I went to the fast lane and he to the slow. We swam for a half an hour without talking to each other, then managed to leave the pool together without much side tracked shenanigans. We can be serious when we need to be.
This week has been magical for me. Louis died 3 years ago this week. During this week I have had to question my stability and at times I have cried hard. I do like the change in our schedule. I like the earlier mornings. I like looking across the lane ropes and seeing him all wet and glistening, water half way up one goggle and the splish splash of his arms and legs amongst the senior citizens. I wish Louis was alive so I could share some of this with him. He would like D.
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