February 14,  2005

      We don't celebrate Valentine's day.  And i heard on the radio today, that the older people get, the less inclined they are to do so.  i guess we aren't that strange then.

      Having said that, our anniversary IS two days before (12th), and we have a tradition of going out to a very special sushi restaurant (only visited on our anniversary) and eating melt-in-your-mouth food.  Perfect.

      Himself strayed from His self-imposed liquor control board and had some sake, and then once we got home, some Glenfiddich.  i had the sake, and some wine and all was conducive of an excellent cuddle and much snoring.  And the next a.m., waking up slightly groggy - we indulged in the most excellent of hangover sex.  i swear, sometimes it can be the best.

      You wake up totally disoriented.  Your entire body is screaming in sensation (not necessarily all good - yay headache pain, get thee gone).  And your brain (the part that is aware of being awake) feels dulled.

      And yet, somehow through all the fog you realize there's a really hot hand resting on your already over-temperatured breast.  In fact, you realize that everything is feeling a bit feverish, and if you grope around for a second, you learn that your partner has parts that are agreeing.

      The only sensible thing to do is to nudge the breast-holding hand down your body, and encourage exploration of  ... tender bits.  Yum.

      Nudging is a good thing.   

      *smile*

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