The Spinster's Exploits

…The words I whispered to my lover on the way to the loo in the pub. He immediately burst out laughing and said I should blog my words – so I have!

And now for the context. He arrived for a weekend with a stinking cold and gave me the option of not seeing him, but I enjoy our weekends and was happy to entertain him. I cooked for us both and we cuddled, played on our phones and watched lots of “Lucifer” – and we were both having a lovely time. We’d not had a proper snog let alone anything more and I was more than happy.

We tore ourselves away from the TV on the Saturday afternoon and went for a walk that happened to pass by the pub where we met, and we decided to stop for a drink.

We then started talking about us, our situation, relationship and attitudes. It seems he’d told his Mistress I was – by my own admission – rubbish with a cane! She’d offered me lessons on him – a double Domme-ing session! My first reaction had been amusement, but on second thoughts I wondered if it was something he’d enjoy. I’m enjoying BDSM-lite but She is the real thing and we do discuss their sessions as it’s part of who and what he is. While not “my thing” I love to give him pleasure – as he does me, so I’d be happy to give it a go if he’d enjoy it. But I knew it may also be a bit weird for him as well. He is equally concerned that I don’t do anything I don’t enjoy, but fun and pleasure and reasonable boundary-pushing are our guiding principles so I wouldn’t consider it if I wasn’t ok with it.

And – as happens – I was reflecting on this unexpected “relationship” we appear to have found ourselves in – a polyamorous-friends-with-benefits-who-are sort-of-dating couple! I didn’t expect to be happily open – and not jealous – with someone with whom I had such a bond – especially at seventy! I then remembered a chap I met who was in his sixties when I was twenty-nine at a sex party. I thought at the time he was fabulous, and I admired him, and understood, but at the time I could not never imagine ever being polyamorous. I decided I wanted to blog about this as I realised I could now totally empathise with his choices although our paths are very different.

So I had a blog subject and was amused by the idea that my recovering but fragile lover – who was being careful to try not to give me his cold – could be let off the hook of sexual duties! I love our sex life, and I love the reflection that writing about it gives me, as well as providing a lovely record of the fun I’m having. I – of course – do not require regular “servicing” for material!