Rituals

Laying in bed last night, I asked my boy about what he thought I should blog about this morning. I felt out of content. It’s deep January, our northern world is covered in ice and white walkers, and our daily routines are pretty predictable. No public play, no naked outdoor frolicking, and as it is this time of year, I am in bed most nights by 9pm. This hardly is enough fodder for one good post, let alone a season’s worth.

My boy, being the good one he is, threw out a couple of ideas. He offered, “Blog about my daily rituals” and we proceeded to alternate listing them out loud to one another. The more we talked about it, the more I liked it. Conception bullseye.

Rituals. I simply like the sound of the word.

His day starts with making the bed. Picking up discarded clothing. I do love the sound and image of him removing the panty line from my undergarments. I always think this is quite sexy…gives me a wicked smile every time. Sometimes I’ll catch him holding my panties to his nose. I can’t suppress the grin.

Then, there is the offering to either make or share breakfast, which is a hit or miss thing, but the offer must be there.

He warms up my car this time of year, scraping it if need be.

He is to fill the bird feeder outside our window. I do love those little, fragile, chirruping things!

During the day, he is to send me porn. I do not do this in return, but I do love getting his. Those images inspire me and feed me. So, yeah, it is an important part of my day. I also like this because I can tell how ‘hungry’ he is by what he sends me, both in content and volume. It’s a great way to take his pulse. :-)

He doesn’t cook dinner much, mostly because we have a housemate who loves to do it, and I will take a swing at it a couple of times a week. But he’ll do the dishes every night. And as we know from a recent post, he is not allowed to eat or drink until I have been offered ‘first bite/last sip’.

Other routines: He is to turn on the bed when he gets home from work. It’s heated this time of year. He is still learning to remember this one. He might need a painful reminder….it’s that ‘seasonal adjustment disorder’ thingy.

He offers to make me a cocktail each night. We need a break from this, it’s a good time of year to dry out a bit, damnit. So far, we are failing pretty miserably.

Without exception, he is to empty the dish drain every night and prep the coffee before bed. I dislike waiting up to a cluttered, messy kitchen, and since I am always the first one up, this is law.

Massage_black_and_white_with_handsWhen bedtime arrives, it goes one of two ways; he either comes to bed with me for the night, or he will tuck me in and then get back up and stay up later than me. But either way, he will prep the bed (which involves taking away a mountain of pillows, because actually sleeping with 6 is enough) and he will tuck me in. He then performs his nightly ritual of worship and cleaning. Yes, both of those things. His face, mouth and tongue buried deep into my dark places. I am going to write more about this specific ritual in the very near future.  It deserves a post all on its own.

When that worshiping is completed, and he emerges with a smile and a pink nose (such a cute dog!!!), he will lay next to me and pet me to sleep. I don’t know if it can be comprehended on how lovely this is for me. We have written before about the mind and body connections that are unique to us and our relationship. For example, john’s body has trained itself to respond to mornings, even if he is fast asleep, because his knows that this is the time of day I am most apt to torture it. His body will hear me rustling quietly in the bedroom, and it will respond, sensing that likely, I am taking aim at it. I have this mind/body connection going on too, but in different ways and places.

My body is convinced that john’s hands are magic. And they are. He knows exactly how and where I like to be petted. Petting is an absolute must and is up there with breathing, eating, drinking. He is to pet me on my naked back, open hand, concentrating on either upper or lower parts. I will lay on my stomach next to him . My right arm either dangles off the side of the bed, or is up around my head, and my left arm is tucked against my side, sandwiched tightly between our bodies. My palm faces up, and he knows that he is to place is ball sac in my open hand. It’s the perfect fit for us. I hold and cup him there, mostly being gentle. Sometimes he’ll get sleepy as he pets me and I will need to give him a torturous squeeze or three, which seems to work quiet well in reinvigorating his interest and enthusiasm. and he’ll start to pet me, again. Usually, within moments, I feel my mind go soft, I feel my body sink and then it’s lights out. I always try to pinpoint the exact moment I fade to black, but never can. But wow….it is the most lovely of descents.

Age has changed my sleeping patterns. I will often wake once in the night, usually between 2am-4am. I am one of those types where I wake easily and quickly. If I wake, it’s a struggle to get back to sleep for me. But here too he will work his magic, gathering me in his sleepy arms, pressing me against him and we snap together like lego’s. He never gets impatient or cranky with me for my bouts of restlessness. He knows I don’t like the biological changes and he soothes me. I appreciate this about him more than any words could ever describe. His magic works nearly every time. I am soothed, my body knows his touch, it’s therapeutic to me. Did I mention it’s magical?

All of john’s rituals are important. Most speak to my comfort and ease. They speak to him too, but I will ask him to write about this on his own. We take and gather different things from these rituals. Magic is often found in the most unexpected of places. Rituals is a good place to start looking.

 

 

singing

“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile “I cast my spell of love on you a woman from a child”. But try to understand, try to understand, oh try try try to understand…..he’s a magic man”…he got the magic hands.