So it was bound to happen, though the sixth day of the new year was later than I would have expected. I’m talking about sex—specifically having sex. This was the deferred weekend sex—Saturday evening. It was the typical Saturday evening blowjob: typical, perhaps; routine? Never.
A 20 minute massage for her with Heart Song rose essential oils. Some fine dining at the Y, and a nice blowjob to end a long day. Perfect.
I don’t have much time to contribute much more at this time, but I figured—for better and for worse—, I’d keep a brief diary. Besides not having much to say at this time, at least I will make some blog entries. I am sure I’ll have something more to say along the way.