So I see Guy once or twice a week. Many times, we have *** with him
sitting in his chair, because sometimes he's not up to the whole
getting-out-of-the-chair-and-into-bed rigamarole. (Unless I'm injured
in some way, I don't find it to be especially onerous or difficult,
but it's definitely not a spontaneous roll in the hay.)
This weekend, though, we spent an hour or two in bed together, talking
and cuddling and [censored], and it was really so sweet and lovely
that I had this same "Why don't we do this every time" thing that I
always have when we do manage to get into bed together.
(For even more bliss, throw in a weekend visit, where we spend most of
the day lolling around in bed. Yum.)
I am a lucky woman.
Serene
--
"I can't decide if I feel more like four ten-year-olds or ten
four-year-olds." Laurie Anderson , on turning 40.
http://serenejournal.livejournal.com
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