Apparently, 62 is not too old to feel the tingles and the heat, just from his words. We went out for dinner last night, and as we talked, i could feel myself coming alive.
Lol, i wrote that and then imagined youall going, “We know, you already told us, coming alive, tingly, yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah.” Fortunately, i remembered that y’all didn’t say anything, those are my own thoughts reflected back at me. Hmmmmm, i can be kind of mean to myself.
But we went out for dinner last night – MP and i – or maybe i should say he took me out for dinner, because he planned it (and payed) and all that. It was somewhere we’d never been before and was really good AND he suggested we split a tiramisu for dessert, which totally shocked me, on all kinds of levels. And he actually ate his half, so woohoo!
He was talking to me about things that he’s learning, and i was getting kind of squirmy listening to him, which made me giggle, which i haven’t done in a long time.
Anyhow. Some suspense and anticipation building here as he sets the pace, and i begin to feel some familiar submissive urges. Amazing.