If you’re going to be having intense, epic, multiple-times-daily sex sessions with a lover you haven’t seen in nine months then remembering to both eat and keep up fluid levels is somewhat vital! To that end, m’Lady and I were at least someone organised. Zie purchased some powdered electrolytes for me before I arrived, and we also made sure that all the ingredients were in place for me to cook on at least one occasion.
So there was to be a combination of deliveries, home cooking, and eating out to sustain us throughout my 10 day stay.
The first night, after flying in, peeling off my clothes upon getting in the door (and there’d already been some delightful kissing, biting and face-fucking in the disabled bathrooms at the airport), and then nothing but the sex, cooking was totally off the menu. So it was a delivery from the local pizzeria.
The second night was cooking! Mac & Cheese was on the menu, and it came out pretty damned well – even with some serious distraction from m’Lady part-way through (I managed to keep on stirring the sauce, but it was a challenge). I was a little out of my depth with the gas oven, being used to electric, but other than the top of the dinner not browning, it was still just fine. Noms!
Saturday night we went out to dinner. There were four of us – Tethys and myself, one of hir partners, and hir partner’s partner. We were off to a lovely Malaysian restaurant in Brunswick, called Satay Anika. Of course, we’d totally forgotten to take into account that being Saturday night, and being Lygon Street, parking was absolutely shit. Still, we found a spot eventually, and it wasn’t even too far away.
It was worth the trouble though – the food was delicious! We’d brought champagne with us, and we had a lovely time nattering, and eating, and drinking. I was also wearing my SmartBalls, and after being refused permission to orgasm that afternoon, also had a keen ear out – m’Lady had informed me that when I heard hir use the word ‘moreover’ in a sentence, I was to orgasm, silently, without anyone knowing I was doing so.
I managed to keep on eating as I came. Although apparently I focused very solidly on my plate of food for a minute there! (It was one hell of an orgasm.)
Afterwards, m’Lady and I took a few moments outside the restaurant before the others emerged. We watched the pedestrians and the traffic passing by, the bright lights, and kissed and talked about that orgasm. Mmm. And then we grabbed these snaps for the Scavenger Hunt. Because why not?
And then it was back home, to sleep. Or at least that was the plan. It’s a fairly safe bet to say that we went home … and had more sex
I’m back in New Zealand now, and missing m’Lady dreadfully…
ETA: Selected as top pic in the Sinful Sunday Weekly Roundup.