Our Valentine's evening took a bit of an unexpected turn...
Having gotten home early (4:30pm) to prepare myself for a night of serious pampering & passion (my other half had promised he'd cook me a special supper, & I had promised him wild monkey sex), I got a rather sheepish phonecall from him at 6pm saying that he'd gotten us "invited" to a seafood feast at Chantal & Luke's place. (He had gone round there after work to drop off her birthday pressie, & had somehow managed to weasel his way into front-row seats at their romantic birthday / Valentine's dinner!!) Although at first a tad embarrassed, I am also not one to easily turn down the prospect of a crayfish / prawn / mussel meal, so I happily agreed to join them all at 7pm
Before slipping out of my cute little "love-suit" & into a pair of trusty jeans, I thought I'd take a pic for you all to see just what my husband had coming to him before blowing me off in favour of an obviously more appetising gastronomic calling...
(Unfortunately I didn't have time to do the self-tan thing on my legs. They are always so much paler than my arms - probably because they're stuck inside trousers most of the time!)
...Anyway, needless to say, after crawling into bed sometime around midnight with a head full of bubbly & a stomach full of shellfish, neither of us was particularly in the mood for hot, sticky lovin'. It must be something to do with age, & being together for so damn long. I guess we're just gonna have to make it up to ourselves sometime this weekend - the sex AND the lovingly male-cooked meal, that is
Have added some more pix to my "Me" & "My Drawings" folders. Enjoy!
Having gotten home early (4:30pm) to prepare myself for a night of serious pampering & passion (my other half had promised he'd cook me a special supper, & I had promised him wild monkey sex), I got a rather sheepish phonecall from him at 6pm saying that he'd gotten us "invited" to a seafood feast at Chantal & Luke's place. (He had gone round there after work to drop off her birthday pressie, & had somehow managed to weasel his way into front-row seats at their romantic birthday / Valentine's dinner!!) Although at first a tad embarrassed, I am also not one to easily turn down the prospect of a crayfish / prawn / mussel meal, so I happily agreed to join them all at 7pm
Before slipping out of my cute little "love-suit" & into a pair of trusty jeans, I thought I'd take a pic for you all to see just what my husband had coming to him before blowing me off in favour of an obviously more appetising gastronomic calling...
(Unfortunately I didn't have time to do the self-tan thing on my legs. They are always so much paler than my arms - probably because they're stuck inside trousers most of the time!)
...Anyway, needless to say, after crawling into bed sometime around midnight with a head full of bubbly & a stomach full of shellfish, neither of us was particularly in the mood for hot, sticky lovin'. It must be something to do with age, & being together for so damn long. I guess we're just gonna have to make it up to ourselves sometime this weekend - the sex AND the lovingly male-cooked meal, that is
Have added some more pix to my "Me" & "My Drawings" folders. Enjoy!
As for the chat, you are absolutelly right, but because I dispence fatherly advise, doesn't mean I can heed it at all.
Pop in on Saterday, let me re-touch you, no charge.
Your man needs his head read, wild horses could have kept me away from that.
Take care Angel, love to Gia, who is also up I see.