A glorious time!

There are days when life is just... good. When you get out of bed thinking that, y'know, I must have done something right to deserve this kind of karma. Which is an odd thing for me to say since, after all, I'm one of those hard-nosed types who believes that the universe just is and there ain't nobody out there taking care of us. I am not one o' them BiPolyPaganSwitchSluts that seem to infest livejournal, although I am bi, poly, and slutty. The others, well... no. Can't lay claim to those.

I am, after all, a very happily married man, with two wonderful daughters and a smart, sexy, dedicated wife who's far too good to me. For me, there is more truth in the phrase "living well is the best revenge" than I ever imagined.

I also have a lover. No, scratch that... I have a friend. A wonderful, darling, gorgeous, hot, sexy friend whose attention I crave and who craves my attention in return. What matters, more than anything, is that she, like all of my family and friends, held my hand through my terrible breakup. But she also waited patiently, invited me into her bed, and gave me a kind of gift that I have no idea how to repay. She made me feel like an equal again, not some horrible wounded idiot who wandered about in some dreadful nightmare.

We went out and ate Mexican, then went back to her place and had the wildest, nosiest, nastiest sex we've managed yet. We went through four condoms (PleasurePlus, extra-large and expensive and worth every penny) and three flavors of lubricant. And probably the sweetest part of it was the hour I spent just stroking her back and sides and legs, running my hand over every square inch of her delicious body.

I just shiver thinking about it. And I have a wonderful bruise on my right pectoral where she bit me-- something which, as she noted, "Makes you fuck harder! Mmm-hmm!"