Happy Mondays

Interesting how a bit of anticipation can make something so much more intense and satisfying. And when the something your talking about is sex with Mo (already fucking intense and MOST satisfying), 7 days of anticipation makes for some spectacular fireworks...

Not that I haven't been getting any, Husbear1 stayed with me 2 nights last week and we made up for lost time- Lateshift need to strengthen their walls, at one stage the squeaking and creaking was so loud I thought we'd break through. And I probably wouldnt have noticed, I was that distracted ;-)

We stopped at the Harley shop... if anyone happens to find themselves with too much money and feels like buying a deserving wee bear a Buell XB12R I'll send you my address.... (Truth be told I'd probably even send you a pair of my underwear. With me in them)



Saturday night however we were all very sleepy, having all had late nights on friday, so it was an early night with lots of snuggles but no nookie. Snuggles are almost as good as nookie though when theyre with two beautiful loving men like my husbears :-) *sigh*

Rick took his Mum up to Auckland on Sunday, leaving Mo and I at home alone, Hmm what sort of mischief should we get up to? so many options... in the end we got the big BIG subwoofer working and serenaded the neighbourhood with MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, Salt and Pepa, and other grand lovable hits from the 80's. Eventually we got bored with trying to shake the house off its foundation (damn these earthquake-proof building codes) so it was on the Harley (louder than the stereo, but only just) and off to the pub. Morris had promised one of the waitresses a ride on the back of the bike, and she wasnt disappointed- we dressed her in Rick's leather jacket, black sunnies and the open-face helmet and they were off... Big grins all round when they got back, that bike really is a lot of fun. "It was great but we were only doing 80" "Err, the speedo's in MILES..."

Mo and I went for a ride to Paeroa for a coffee (any excuse really) and back to TeAroha in time to see Rick when he came back from Auckland, and then we were off to Auckland ourselves. Stopped at Wendy's for a not-so-delicious burger and then home for SEX. Finally.

Morris is a horny little bugger at the best of times, but when he's been missing me for a week he's outrageous. And im not complaining in the slightest. He brings out the worst in me, thats for sure. Im normally so generous and giving, pure and innocent but somehow Morris turned me into a tiny bit of a greedy piggy. Just a bit, mind you... *blush* I did, however, avenge my honour and took great delight in blowing all Mo's fuses, with a little help from Mr Green.

And theres no nicer way to wake on a monday morning than to find a snuggly bear softly cuddling you. Although the 'softly' bit didnt last long, cheeky Morris hadnt had enough last night and decided to have seconds... :-D

Flood

By chance you both choose to sleep on the same side of my bed- here, against the wall. You wander sleepily to the toilet at 2am and I'm listening as you navigate the junk, half woken by the movement in the bed, half woken by the empty space beside me.

I dont sleep on your side of the bed when you're not here. Your side of the bed smells like you both, the unique smells of two masculine forms in the one place. I can pick the puppy-like scent of Morris' fur, the smooth cleanness of Rick's sweat. Sometimes when Im half asleep I roll onto your pillow and it makes me happy enough that, just for a second, I dont mind that your not actually here.

Sometimes I'm lucky enough to fall back to sleep before the happy moment passes.

Tonight isn't one of those times.