The shoulder is sore. I went to an acupuncturist this afternoon. She needed, cupped, used the spikey roller and rubbed Po Sum On into everything between the base of my skull and my waist. I stood under the shower forever and walked around the corral to let the animals know I'm still alive and well.
Master and I sat out on the deck with a glass of wine and a really nice cigar. It's amazing how much can be said while being silent. We were like a couple old people rocking the day away on front porch. At least that was the image I had in my mind.
I'm perpetually horny but I know that if I even mention play that Master would have all he could do to keep from slapping the crap out of me. So, I just sat beside him enjoying the wind in the trees and the smells of Tony's cooking drifting out of the kitchen window. I'm going to enjoy dining at the table with the family.
Idyllic is about the only word for that. You're so right about the silence, it says everything and more than conversation at times.
ReplyDeleteWind in the trees, waves breaking on the sand, they speak for us when we have nothing of import to say.
It's great to have you back, enjoy your horniness in silence!