or was that the fear of his sister?
As usual we were awake late into the night talking, but this time it was lovely to be held in his arms as we talked. I love to run my hands over his soft skin, just feeling his body and his closeness.
I guess its going to take a bit of getting used to, the diabeties and the problems it causes. I mean, I know a fair bit about diabetes, my Mum injects twice a day, so the 4 times a day injections aren't too much of a problem. Its just the affect it has on men's sex life. I know he is much more frustrated and upset and bothered by than I am, and for me its the whole person that I'm interested in, not just their ability to have copious quanitities of meaningless sex. But on the other hand, I am known to get really horny too. I guess its a case of being patient, and learning to do other things instead to relieve the sexual tension.
Having said that, I would happily trade the sex in on a permanent basis for the cuddles and the lovely way he is with me... its worth its weight in gold.
So, I got him out the door to go and face his sister for being late to pick the nephew up, then managed to drag myself to the computer to do some more work. A bit of a flurry of activity and managed to get it mostly sorted.
Trying to get the enthusiasm together to venure out into the rain and pay a cheque into the bank. I know I should but I really can't stand getting wet.
Still, if I do that, then I can justify going to see if Dad's home and I can get my birthday pressies
Then a quiet evening indoors with the tv and some knitting, and an early night i think....Ahh the bliss of being child free for a week.
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