Locked from Abigail
I love my wife. I think she is amazing, simply fantastic in so many ways. And beautiful. Very beautiful. She is also just shy of being six weeks post partum. I've said, and I meant every word, that I'll wait until she's ready and able to resume certain aspects of our relationship but in the mean time I think I am going to lose my mind.
A few days ago I was out with Sam Kovac and we went to go get tattooed together of all things. It was my idea, even. I'm sure that will surprise a lot of you but there you have it. I, Lee Dubenko, got a tattoo. That's really not relevant to the matter at hand, or hip rather. See, I went first and then Sam. She watched as I had a tattoo placed on my upper right arm so when it was her turn, naturally I stood by to keep her company. I didn't expect her to practically bare it all, yet she did. To say that I got an eyefull is an understatement.
Worse still, I couldn't make myself stop staring at her. I fully admit that I've always thought my friend was attractive. She still is. So much so that she smacked me for my appraisal of her body. I'm sure I deserved it.
[locked from Kovac and Sam]
I had the most disturbing dream about her that night. Well us, really. She and I. Instead of her husband's name on her hip, in my dream she'd had my name placed there. And she wanted to show me. I wanted to see it, and much more. I woke up right about then and thankfully Abigail wasn't in bed with me because I'd have been hard pressed (no pun intended) to hide the physical results of my dreaming. I haven't had to get up and change the sheets in the middle fo the night due to a wet dream since I was a teenager.
[unlocked]
This is really getting ridiculous. Seems like everywhere I go there is something there that reminds me of sex or the fact that I haven't been getting any of late. Even my iPod has been mocking me. The last three songs on shuffle have been 'Debauchery' 'Master and Slave' and 'First Orgasm' I should really thank my daughter for putting her favorite songs on MY mp3 player.
Even writing about this is starting to get to me.
A few days ago I was out with Sam Kovac and we went to go get tattooed together of all things. It was my idea, even. I'm sure that will surprise a lot of you but there you have it. I, Lee Dubenko, got a tattoo. That's really not relevant to the matter at hand, or hip rather. See, I went first and then Sam. She watched as I had a tattoo placed on my upper right arm so when it was her turn, naturally I stood by to keep her company. I didn't expect her to practically bare it all, yet she did. To say that I got an eyefull is an understatement.
Worse still, I couldn't make myself stop staring at her. I fully admit that I've always thought my friend was attractive. She still is. So much so that she smacked me for my appraisal of her body. I'm sure I deserved it.
[locked from Kovac and Sam]
I had the most disturbing dream about her that night. Well us, really. She and I. Instead of her husband's name on her hip, in my dream she'd had my name placed there. And she wanted to show me. I wanted to see it, and much more. I woke up right about then and thankfully Abigail wasn't in bed with me because I'd have been hard pressed (no pun intended) to hide the physical results of my dreaming. I haven't had to get up and change the sheets in the middle fo the night due to a wet dream since I was a teenager.
[unlocked]
This is really getting ridiculous. Seems like everywhere I go there is something there that reminds me of sex or the fact that I haven't been getting any of late. Even my iPod has been mocking me. The last three songs on shuffle have been 'Debauchery' 'Master and Slave' and 'First Orgasm' I should really thank my daughter for putting her favorite songs on MY mp3 player.
Even writing about this is starting to get to me.