A Kiss is But a Dream

He stood a little over six feet and was solidly built, with a rusty-red beard, shaggy hair, and a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled over at me with a questioning shrug, and then leaned down to Apollo’s height and planted a kiss on his lips.

Apollo was caught by surprise – he’s my husband, I know that look. But the unexpectedness of the kiss notably changed to appreciation, and what may have started as a quick smooch turned into something longer, deeper.

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Notes From a Small Cottage

These paragraphs are taken from my paper journal, written over the eight days Apollo and I were on honeymoon in May 2006. They seem to sum up our experience as a whole.

21 May

I’m sitting here with a glass of Chilean Gewürztraminer (given us by Robin, our celebrant), feeling the slight chafe of my ring as I write. There is no sound except my pen, Apollo’s pen, and the occasional startling crackle from the fireplace.

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Showering in Matakana

One of the best things about going on holiday is checking out the weird and wonderful bathroom facilities provided. Some places really go all out; others give you the quality you expect but it’s nothing amazing; some are unfortunately terrible … and some you’re really not quite sure what to make of.

Our shower at the cottage in Matakana was in the latter category. The water pressure was fine, the water was plenty hot and it didn’t run out. You could lie on the bed and perve at your partner in the shower – that had its advantage too. And, as we discovered on our last morning there, there was definitely enough room for two to share the shower simultaneously, provided you were planning on getting very slippery together!

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Admiring Alligator

Okay, so I have a serious phobia about dinosaurs (and I do mean serious, and I do mean phobia), but I got incredibly excited when I saw that there was a reptile park near where Apollo and I were staying for our sexaversary. Because while dinosaurs may be lizards, lizards these days don’t mean dinosaurs. Thankfully!

So on our first full day up on the Matakana Coast, we beetled around and found the park, paid our moneys, and had a wonderful time trying to spot at all the amazing exhibits. Geckos! Skinks! Chameleons! Turtles and tortoises and bearded dragons! A Galapagos Tortoise named Willy! Monkeys! (I have no idea what monkeys were doing at a reptile park. But there they were.) An actual tuatara!

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Every Day, Adoring

Today is a very, very special day. Today is 10 years, to the day, since Apollo and I mutually seduced each other after just a few days of convention flirtation – and that seduction, while never intended to be more than a little fun, turned out to be the start of a very satisfying and marvellous relationship indeed! To celebrate our sexaversary we are whisking ourselves away for three rampant nights in a saucy cottage, because why not?

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Rocky Shore

One of the wonderful things about Kazi is that she’s – whether intentionally or not – always challenging me to find amazing places in the Scavenger Hunt. And while I’m really not much for hiking or tramping, I really did want to get ‘Rocks (big ones)’ knocked off my list after she did it earlier in the year.

A few weekends ago my beloved Apollo was staying out by Piha, a wild and woolly West Coast beach that also happens to be the home of Lion Rock: one of the biggest rocks I know! While the last thing I was going to do was climb it (I knocked that bastard off as a teenager, and I still remember that climbing down it was more of a shit that climbing up – my legs were wobbly for days afterwards), I still figured that where there was one rock, there might be others…

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Slow Words at Midnight

Sleep eludes me. The humidity is high tonight; the air stifling and heavy with heat. Auckland in the heart of summer breathes moisture, and that same dampness has kept me awake when I should be sleeping.

So I have risen, leaving Apollo to slumber. I sit quietly at the keyboard, desk fan whirring beside me and a glass of milk cooling my throat. One cat keeps me company, resting on the chair beside me, while the other is out prowling the neighbourhood, making his mark and claiming his territory.

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Libidinous

Sometimes I get so horny I could bust. And when that happens, a whole lot of orgasms is the result, often for days at a time.

When I’m in this state of being I become very focused on my physical reactions. It’s not to the exclusion of everything else – I’m still going about my life – but it takes so very little for me to be right back there, thinking about the fuck. This time around I’ve been über-horny for the last ten days or so. My standard routine is to masturbate three or four times a week, with bonus partnered sexual escapades, and the occasional porno DVD or short video. But now I’ve ramped right up – I’m watching multiple clips; wanking two-three times daily (for quite long periods of time) – and I cannot stop thinking about all things sexy.

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My Brother the Ocean

Last Saturday was two years since my brother-the-human died. So Apollo and I went out to visit him, in his new form as the ocean. He’s been the ocean ever since we scattered his ashes there, on the date of his birthday in 2011.

Auckland is on an isthmus, so we’re surrounded by ocean on all sides – I can get to the sea in under five minutes from where I live, driving down to the local wharf. But that’s not where my brother-the-ocean is. He’s at Bethell’s Beach, or Te Henga. While the ocean stretches around Auckland, and from there around the country and the world, he is, I believe, content to explore the great West Coast beaches area, basing himself at Te Henga.

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Flowing From My Fingertips

I’ve kept written journals sporadically since I was a teenager. I tended to write in them for months at a time, and then lose interest – it wasn’t until I found the social side of the internet, and a group journaling site called Addict back in 2000, that I really began to write autobiographically on a regular basis. From Addict to my own site (kept for a good four years, updated with FrontPage), from my own site to LiveJournal … and from LJ to blogger, where Curvaceous Dee was born!

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!