Growing Romantic Intimacy

Experiment with solitude. With the children gone, our business slow, coming soon the winter time, very easy to make time for myself.

Easier for each other too. Leon has always been wonderful with his kisses in the morning before he leaves, kisses when he gets home and a kiss goodnight. Getting hugs and holding one another is a creative work of art that we're practicing this year. We are responsive to each other most of the time. I have learned to not expect much when he's been working outdoors all week. When he is ready though, look out, a superb lover, who knows how to meet my needs. Romantic candles, clothes off helper skelter, ravishing for each other, grabbing me tenderly, I love to whisper in his ear, we caress and fondle one another until we can stand it no longer. Upside down, we're like acrobats, making up for lost time.

Then when we kiss, it is deep, throbbing, our bodies explode into one another, Deeper satisfaction we've never known. We've made such a wonderful habit of not walking by each other without some kind of kiss or touch or embrace.

The intimate stories are acted out, haven't gotten my intimate story from him yet, he hasn't gotten his erotic dances. Thats the cornerstone to lasting long term relationships. Becoming more intimate, not only in a sexual nature, hard to explain in words, it's heart felt, comfortable love.

Shy and innocent you are not, my hard rock candy!

We indulge ourselves with chocolate, puts us in the mood. Nothing works better than contentment with one another. You'll buy me just about anything I put in the shopping cart and I've had to listen very closely to get you things you'd want, I hint flat out. We blend well with our opposite attractions of the world, our basic dynamics are solid gold.

I'm such a tightwad comparatively, more secretive in my spending tactics too. You'll discuss it with me, even though you've always had my approval.. I just add things to the list or let it be known after the fact. Yet, your trusting love and devotion makes it easier to come clean if I've had a careless spend thrift attack. Our love endures as we rarely judge each others little spending pleasures. We trust each other to stay within the monthly budget.

The trust has grown so much between us. Sharing spending habits has not come easily for me, I use to feel guilty wanting any of my needs met, you say it is the beauty of me to have these little frilly pleasures surrounding me.

If I start to get angry with your self indulgence, I am most likely looking in the mirror you are holding up for me. We both pretty much get whatever we need, and so often what we want. What a blessing, me giving to you, you giving to me, silly little cards and thoughts and yes even flowers and chocolates to some degree. Really it is the time spent together, casually.

Our world is full of compassion for each other, our children, our lives.

I have given and received more nurturing, more acceptance, more indulgence, more enjoyment on any given day, more freedom, more relaxation….Oh yes, you'd love me to give you all the credit, you dear sweet husband are 95% of it. I've learned well the rest.

Always the deeper my grieving the deeper my growth. I strive to become that deep with joy so that grief is no more. I am tired of suffering through the rains of winter to behold the spring sunlight. I too like the changing seasons, but I'd really like a completely different choice of scenery of someplace I had never seen before and never will again.

A whole world sprawls out before me and since I was a teenager I have wanted to be brave enough to go to another country. I have chosen everything in a way that has kept me from going. I am not content to live in the shadows. I can learn how to and go on my own or something small like a road trip with one of my kids or come on hubby, here I am thinking about it again, that from north to south along the ocean road trip we've been thinking of doing for years. Thinking days are over. In my fear of never getting there in this lifetime, I will wait for you to take me there, because unless we go together it won't be the same.

My rebellion aside, I am glad to be going to the business meeting in the morning, gives me the whole rest of the day to go scouting for hidden treasures in old abandoned houses. Such amazing finds of what people leave behind. So true is the saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure." Our house is overflowing with relics from the past. We could become antique dealers when we retire! That is probably my favorite type of solitude, when I want to be left alone, but gotta get out of the house and in touch with another human being, we go window shopping, check out new and different stores with their ever changing arrangements and feast our eyes on all the new dreams we've been thinking of to make each other smile with that twinkle of love in our eyes. Comfortable in each others arms, comes as no surprise.

Seldom buy anything, or talk to anyone that much. Usually it isn't looking for anything in particular, it's like I have my intuition radar on or something and let it be our guide, what town we wonder in, what places we go visit, if something catches our eye, we were meant for it.

Many private conversations, as little as possible of any communication beyond customer service chit chat. My favorite solitude is alone in the house with music blaring and I'm dancing around like a jack rabbit, and having you walk in the door, grab me and say "come dance with me honey."