This is a blog primarily about sex: sex in the raw form, or philosophical, or kinky or many-peopled. Thus, that’s mostly what I focus on when I write here. But life – any life, even one as perverted and depraved as mine and hopefully yours – is about much more, and sex really only makes up a small portion of that.
Marriage, I’ve found, is much the same (yes, we have a civil union. But I call Apollo ‘husband’ and he calls me ‘wife’ and it’s legal and we’re happy and that’s all that matters). There’s some sex – sometimes lots, sometimes less than lots, sometimes together, sometimes with others – but mostly our relationship is about everything else. And everything else doesn’t get much of a look-in here, because, well, the blog is primarily about sex.
But here’s the thing. We can be doing completely non-sexual things together, and they’re still sexy, because they’re done with him. And that’s cool, and worthy of writing about – especially as I don’t write about Apollo an awful lot, and I feel like I’m slighting him by that, even if he doesn’t. So, here are a few vignettes from our life – loving, sexy, everyday.
Showering on Saturday: Apollo heard the sound of the shower stop, and he came to dry me off – he does that really well, and it’s just rare enough to be a treat every time. This time, he was towelling my lower back and buttocks, and then he planted a gentle kiss on a left shoulder. It made me smile.
Odd discussion: I was talking to Apollo about my poetry posts, just after the first one went up, and I told him I wanted to take a picture of his nipples so I could write about them. He demurred because he doesn’t want to share his nipples with the internet (pouts). It was really quite cute, and I don’t mind him saying no, so I kissed him and told him that. And proceeded to write about my own nipples!
Geekery: Faffing on our computers one evening, he turns to tell me that he thinks Paul Darrow (Avon from Blake’s Seven) is one of the voices in the game he is playing (Hostile Waters). When I tease him about having a man-crush on him, he tells me with humourous seriousness that Paul Darrow has the sexiest voice in the universe.
Sleep: When Apollo came to bed late one night after being at a stag do, I woke up just enough to realise that he wasn’t turning the bedside light on so as to not wake me up. I don’t know how he does that – I cannot make it into bed without a light. Never mind that I need to see where my before-bed pills are on the nightstand. If I don’t turn the light on I end up barking my shins or walking into the rubbish tin or stepping on a cat! But he manages it, and he did it. And I fell back to sleep, with him curled up to me.
Toast: Some days he will bring me toast when I’m still reading in bed (and tea – but I make him tea as often as he makes me tea. We are both Earl Grey fiends). He remembers the spreads that I like on my toast, and that I prefer mine cut in half (he prefers his whole).
Walking: We went for a walk up to the corner shops, to buy ourselves a lazy breakfast – we have one of the best pie shops in Auckland just at the end of our street! We held hands all the way (yes, we’re saps. But we’re hot saps).
Bloody cats! With the two of us in bed and it just about time for sleep, I slipped under the covers and started to tease his cock with my tongue. Usually, this gets his full attention, but this time he was sounding oddly distracted. Then he sat up – dislodging me – and flings an errant feline off the bed. Apparently, it was about to tackle me, as a moving-under-the-covers monster … (he was less distracted after that, and we both appreciated it).
So yes. There’s a little sex, a lot of cats, a heap of friendship and sharing and caring. We’re a geeky, nana-stay-at-home pair, we love our books and felines, and while I have an awful lot of orgasms, it’s not the entirety of my life. I’m just glad I get to spend the majority of it with Apollo.
There is a beautiful image of Apollo by Thalia Took that to me perfectly connects the ancient Greek god with how I perceive my husband – click through to see it! (It’s the hair, as much as anything…)