Twas a splendid Easter Sunday. A very special one for me. That day I was officially engaged to marry my loverboy. 🙂 Unofficially, he asked me the first night after New Year’s Eve. We were just the two of us, secluded from winter down in his parents’ basement, listening to Dire Straits playing on a huge magnetophon. In a dark chamber, to better hear the music. But that special Sunday we had dinner with our parents and godparents to-be. I was terribly excited and overemotive. If I’d had known what bungee jumping is — at that time — I’d tell you now that this was the feeling: like bungee jumping! But I didn’t. Now I do! And happily oblige to jump, the best I can, when he takes my hand in his.
Twenty-six years later, we celebrated with a casual photo sitting at the window (Monday on Southern Charms) and #realworldsex #MakeLoveNotPorn video evidence of how we “jump” together, hand in hand (soon to appear on MLNP.tv – if all goes well).
Love & Kisses,