I have been with the same man for the last 17 years. Which means I’ve had sex with the same person for 17 years. Wow. It’s weird when I actually think about that. That’s really a long time. Other than my a cyber boyfriend (this will be discussed some time in the future) that I will never ever ever never meet I’m faithful to my man. I’m sure if we had readers on this blog I’d get some judgements tossed at me. I actually really wouldn’t mind it as long as I knew someone was reading this. Ok Mimi focus. Back to my love life with my honey. Last night I came to realize what real love was. It’s taken me this long. Even after marriage vows, the birth of our children, ups and downs, and a near death experience, it’s now that I’ve seen what real true love is.
Last night we lucked out. Our 4-year-old son slept in his own bed, at least for part of the night. So that automatically meant SEX! Yeah I was tired from working a long day of waxing college girls vaginas, but I would never say no to sex. So the action started. All was going well. It wasn’t the best mind-blowing sex ever, but we were humpin and it felt good. Then suddenly in mid hump my sweet, wonderfully amazing husband says “I’m really tired” and rolls off of me as I agree with him. As we lay there in the dark I felt closer to him than ever. I didn’t need the toe curling orgasm and neither did he to feel some kind of intimacy from each other. There was a comfort in being able to say “I don’t feel like doing this anymore” and stop in the middle and not feel like I was a fat disgusting creature, nor did he feel like less of a man. You don’t get this kind of comfort when you’re in a new relationship. This may all sound funny to you, but it was a moment between he and I that I’ve never had. It was special.
XOX Mimi
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