Had an interesting weekend with Husband. He decided to tease me. I stayed over there on Friday and Saturday night, and spent Saturday morning in bed with him, which was wonderful... We spent a lot of great time together at the weekend.
No fucking, but lots of kissing, and I was completely going crazy. There's nothing like being denied to make you want it, is there??
I love to kiss. Husband is a great kisser, too. Wow, to think I nearly lost that.
A was a crap kisser. No clue what to do with his tongue. The more I think about that, (and I haven't given him all that much thought), I am glad we went our separate ways. It was fun at the time, but... He was a bit of a prick.
And I give my friends the full right to say "I told you so". How come we can never see it at the time ourselves?
I literally feel like 'There but for the Grace of God go I". There has been much Grace, even if it left me kicking and screaming in protest. Sometimes we just don't know what's best for ourselves, do we?
I had a wonderful moment on Saturday evening, alone in the hot tub, when I realized that the guilt I felt, about A, about all kinds of things in my life that I've fucked up somehow, were my own responsibility to forgive myself for! So, I forgave myself, and felt that weight lift off me, almost literally.
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