The Secret

You will perhaps recall that I have a secret. You may also recall my resolve not to share that secret with NG until such time as he shares his secret first. I totally caved. There were just too many awesome moments in too short a span of time to feel good about not sharing my full appreciation of him. A man who presses his face into my shoulder as I’m curled into a ball of migraine pain and tells me he wishes he could take the pain onto himself and then offers to run to the store at 4am to pick up anything I can think of that might help, has clearly never had a migraine and deserves to know that I’m in love with him.

So, I told him. I told him that I had a secret and that the secret is that I’m happily, madly in love with him. He said he’d been trying to think of a way to tell me something similar. I suspect it will be fun to find out what constitutes “something similar.”

Awesome things about our date last night:

1. We ate at my favorite southern comfort restaurant and he enjoyed it.

2. Dinner conversation was light-hearted and fun.

3. Walk along the waterfront was alternately romantic, humorous, and hot.

4. Sex at home following waterfront walk was intense, amazing, and loving.

This is such a simple recipe for a perfect evening, yet it’s something to be treasured. It sounds sappy, I know. I can’t help it right now. I keep wanting to quote sappy love song lyrics! Consider yourself lucky that I have this much self-control!

A New Toy

NG and I had a great weekend together in southern Oregon. We boated, drank, swam, and hung out with his friends. But enough about that. What really needs to be put out there is the fact that NG bought a sex swing yesterday. I start grinning every time I think about it, which means I’ve been walking around with a stupid grin on my face pretty much all day.

The topic came up last week as we were lying in a post-sex haze on his bed. I asked him if he had any favorite fantasies and his response was something along the lines of “Gosh, I don’t know. It’s hard to come up with an answer to that on the spot.” I figured that meant he either has fantasies he’s too embarrassed to tell me, or he’s not very imaginative. I’m betting on the former. In any case, some time later as we were lying in another post-sex haze, he asked if I thought his ceiling would support a swing. Now we were getting somewhere! We talked about it for awhile and he decided that would be his project for this week.

Last night over dinner he announced that he’d not only acquired the swing, but had also wrecked half of his lathe and plaster ceiling to get it installed. His big purchasing decision was whether to get the swing that swivels 360 degrees or stays in a single direction. He picked the swiveling swing, of course. After dinner, we looked over the pamphlet that came with it. There’s nothing quite like sitting on a bench along the waterfront with a sex booklet as cyclists cruise by oblivious. We probably won’t have a chance to try things out until Friday night. I can’t wait! If nothing else, it should be a kick. I’ve always wanted to try one of these things! God, this guy is so awesome.