the little blue night

It was the last of our 9 consecutive nights together and I wanted to make it memorable. It was a hot night and we were alone.

Andy had sprung for the best steak money could buy and I was tending the grill. I asked if he'd like some wine. Nothing like a bottle of red to loosen and liven things up. We cracked open a merlot that tasted more like a cab, but it was hearty enough for the steak, which was absolutelyscrumptious.

The wine continued to flow after dinner too. Conversation got more interesting. I asked what he wanted out of life at 60. He answered that he wanted to make more money from his art and have someone to love and spend time with. We talked about our kids, our families, work, and sex. Basically it was the perfect start to a romantic night.

We moved upstairs to the bedroom. He said he was going to take a shower and he asked me to put on my new short black skirt. I received his approval when he returned to the bedroom. He removed everything but my skirt and couldn't keep his hands off me--I loved it!

As we were rolling around on the bed I murmured something like i could do this all night. He ran for the little blue pills he'd packed in his suitcase. He wasn't sure what effect they would have since he'd never tried one before. But we continued on. I think the fact that he anticipated a long, hot night of sex was probably enough to keep him hard mentally, but the pill gave him an added boost physically.

Also, the fact that I said I wanted to be dirty probably had an effect. He made me lay face down on the bed bent over the edge. He flipped up my skirt and started kissing my ass. Then he licked it until I stopped him. I made him stand up while I knelt on the floor. I grabbed his cock while I licked his balls. We climbed into bed, but the skirt didn't come along.

He started to tell me what to do to him and it stoked a raging fire in me. The more he made me do, the hornier I got and I wanted more. I just wanted to give him everything. I discovered that when he called me a good girl as I performed certain acts, it drove me absolutely wild. Although I wondered where the hell that came from, I didn't question it for long--it felt way too good to analyze.

That set the pace for the next hour as we got our fill of sex for the night. Well...almost.

like a honeymoon

Rob took me on a consolation getaway this weekend. I say consolation because he had offered to take me to Florida for a week, but I couldn't in good conscience accept such a large gift considering the state of our relationship. I did agree to a one-night getaway to a dreamy location about 2 hours away.

The weather was just perfect, a sunny and balmy fall day, the colours of the trees at their peak. I'd been to this place before for work, but Rob had not. I knew he would love it there because of the falls, the woods and the rural location, and I was right.

It was a day and night filled with greatness. We hiked and stumbled upon an art gallery that was so alive with character and painters doing their stuff while we watched. Gorgeous scenery, sun beaming and water sparkling. Our dinner was tres romantic and the wine was as fabulous as the food.

I believe Rob used this trip to his advantage. Rob was determined to let me know how he truly felt about me. He was expressive beyond anything he'd ever said or done before. He even mentioned not once, but twice, how this felt like a honeymoon. That's a word he never brought up before because it is too damn close to marriage, and we just didn't go there in conversation. I think he has realized what a mistake that was.

At dinner he'd forgotten his glasses, so he handed me his credit card and asked me to take care of the bill. Even to sign for him. You may not think much of this act, but I'll tell ya it was big. First of all, we usually split the cost of things, so this felt really different. Second, him expecting me to sign his name, was like, being married. It actually made my heart jump, it felt so different.

Moving onward, we are up in our room christening the bed. He's on top of me, moving slowly, looking into my eyes, when he says I just want you to know that I really love you and if you're ready, I'm ready to have a relationship at any level that you want.

OK, so that's big too. About 6 months too late, but I can definitely appreciate the sentiment.

And THEN, he made some reference to taking me to Santorini some day.

OK, you have to realize that that's the clincher here. That basically means I will marry you.

So, yes, I am stunned, and scared that he will propose to me in this bed, on this trip, and I will have to say.....honey, sorry, no. But he must have seen the look on my face cuz he said don't worry I'm not going to ask you to marry me.

Phew!!! Since the pressure was off, I was very much able to play along in our fantasy honeymoon. And I must admit it was pretty fun, and sexy. We made a lot of love in that room. The photo is mine (for a change). It's the view from the balcony of the room we stayed in. Makes a nice honeymoon spot, dontcha think?

an invitation

Andy asked me to go to Paris with him. He's never been. I've never been. A romantic idea for sure.

Am I insane to consider it?