Aug 082010

Gazing out the windowJoel took this picture of me this morning (before we even got out of bed), catching me gazing out of the window. I like the soft focus – that kind of dreamy fuzziness of waking up.

Last night Joel and I were alone in the house for the first time since we moved in two years ago. Harold and Melanie took the children overnight so we could celebrate our anniversary. This is one of the great benefits of being poly.

We’ve been together for 10 years! I know that’s not a really long time, but it feels like an accomplishment. Neither my parents nor Joel’s stayed together for that long. Our first marriages both ended within the first five years. We really are great partners. We’ve made it through a lot of very challenging things over the past 10 years. Celebrating our anniversary feels like we are honoring our strengths and victories. We are totally in love with each other.

We went out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, the Mediterranean Kitchen, where we’ve been going for 10 years and we have a history… We’ve spent several Valentine’s days and birthdays there. We met my first clients there when I started my first business. Their food was one of the few things I could keep down when I was pregnant with our son. And it was still fabulous to eat there last night. It is a joy and a sensual pleasure to share conversation and good food.

At home we had a chance to make love without any fear of interruption. Yay for bondage! Yay for screaming orgasms!

Being able to connect sexually has been a bit of a challenge lately, for a variety of reasons – mainly Joel’s father dying and me working through childhood sexual abuse. We’re actually connecting very well with intimate affection, but sometimes, a girl just wants to fuck. Last night was one of those times!

I think it worked very well. Except when Joel suddenly stops in the middle of really fulfilling fucking and starts rummaging around for something. What? A sharpie. He finds one over the desk in the living room. Comes back. Writes something across my ass. Goes back to fucking. What does it say across my backside?