“You know? For a blind guy… Your selfies come out pretty good. What’s your secret?” Julia asked playfully today.
“Well…” I said casually, “If you really must know… Um… Yeah… It’s a blind thing. You have to be blind to take great pictures like these.”
Julia stood in my study doorway in stunned silence for a good ten seconds before she nervously started to laugh. Then she came over to my desk and knelt down next to my chair, placing an arm around my shoulders as she did so and said quietly, “I’m sorry. I only meant that…” Her voice trailing off.
Then she brightened and said, “I’ll bet taking selfies without looking can come in handy.” “Yeah?” I said smiling. “How is that?”
She then picked up my iPhone, which I had just taken a selfie with and handed it to me and said, “Because you unlike me would be able to take a selfie of us kissing passionately. I couldn’t do anything like that in a million years.”
I chuckled, recognizing the peace offering for the “for a blind guy” remark in the making and said rather seductively, “Well… That sounds like an invitation. Maybe we should give it a go. But… I have one condition.”
Julia giggled and asked, “What’s that?” I responded, “If it turns out to be high quality, you have to upload it to all of our joint online accounts that give us the option to have a Public Profile Picture.”
She laughed and said, “Deal! It has to be quality though.”
As we were talking, I had already begun to set things up on the iPhone, opting to use the ten second timer to take the picture. Then, as soon as she stopped speaking, I swiveled around in my chair to face her; one arm slipping under hers and bringing my hand up under her long hair to gently guide her lips up to mind using my hand on the back of her head.
In the other hand, I held my iPhone, listening to VoiceOver’s guidance as to where our heads were and kissed her deeply knowing the camera was about to take another money shot. The iPhone did its thing and when we finally parted lips a few minutes later, Julia breathlessly said, “Wow! That was quite the kiss. But I don’t think I’m up too…”
Then she broke off as I held up my iPhone and opened the picture I had taken with it. “I’ll get posting,” she said with a touch of awe in her voice. “That really is a beautiful shot.”
She rose from the floor and ran her fingers through my hair saying softly, “Thanks for the kiss, too. That one definitely was a toe curler.”
She then zipped out of my study to retrieve her iPhone and I airdropped the photo to her. She then stood lingering as if trying to make up her mind about something.
“Something on your mind honey?” I asked. She took a deep breath and said, “It’s just that… Well… I want you but I don’t think my body is quite ready for that just yet. Yesterday morning left me feeling a bit sore and…”
She trailed off when I suddenly got up from my desk, it being about the middle of the afternoon, and motioned for her to come sit on the couch with me. She did tentatively, as if she was expecting to be grounded or something.
I looked at her and smiled before placing my arms around her and kissing her deeply and tenderly for a long while. Then I shifted around, adjusting a few cushions and pillows so that I could recline with her comfortably leaning up against me. She sighed, as if relieved and I laughed saying, “We all have days when we just can’t my dear. In fact, after nicking my scrotum while manscaping this morning, I don’t think sex would be in the cards today, anyway.”
She asked, “How bad is it?” I could feel her tense at that point and gently ran my fingers through her hair saying, “It bled like a mother for about two or three hours, but it’s stopped now. The crazy part it that I didn’t even feel like I had been cut.”
She then asked, “Is that why there’s a pair of your underwear soaking in the bathroom sink?” I laughed at that point saying, “Ups! I forgot to go finish cleaning the blood out of those. I didn’t realize I was bleeding right away.”
She then shifted around so she could kiss me saying softly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.” I kissed her back smiling and said, “It was my own stupidity, really. I did it when I was in the shower, which might account for why I didn’t feel it. I don’t know. But… Most manscaping gurus tell you that it’s really better to not do that kind of thing when soaking wet, especially when an electric trimmer is involved. But… Me thinking I could kill two birds with one stone, having gotten away with doing an occasional touch up in the shower before… Well…”
She turned fully to face me, straddling my body with her arms and legs asking, “How much blood was there?” I answered, “enough to soke through four layers of paper towel in the beginning. But then I had a brain wave while you were still at the town office and after rinsing everything off in the shower a second time, I redressed the areas using a bunch of toilet paper first and then put a few layers of paper towel over that.”
Julia breathed, “oh my,” her voice full of concern. “Don’t you want me to look at that?” Julia asked.
I said gently, “Well… There isn’t much to see at the moment. There’s still a good amount of toilet paper stuck to the skin down there and a fresh layer of paper towel to insure there isn’t a problem if things start bleeding again.”
I then added, “I’m thinking it’s probably best to just leave things alone until tomorrow. I’ll check things again tonight. But my gut feeling is that I just need to let the toilet paper that’s stuck to the skin peel off naturally. If more falls off when I replace the paper towel later… Well… That’s good. But… Like I said before… I didn’t even feel like I’d been cut.”
Julia nodded her head and asked, “What’s keeping it all in place?” “My underwear,” I replied.
“Does this mean you won’t be sleeping naked later?” Julia asked slyly. “I’m thinking probably not,” I said.
She then kissed me very passionately for a long while before saying, “I am looking forward to snuggling with you all night no matter how you come to bed my love. I’m glad you are ok and if you want help redressing things up down there, you’ve got it.”
She then rested her head on my shoulder for a long while and the next thing we knew it was dinner time. So, we set about cooking up a few steaks, putting salads together, and so on. Then she suggested we take a ride out to Dairy Queen. “She got no argument from me!”
A few Blizzards later and a roundabout drive back home, we were both ready to call it a night. She did convince me to let her look at what was under the paper towel; her agreeing that attempting to peel away the remaining toilet paper could trigger more bleeding at this juncture, especially since I couldn’t even feel where the nick was after soaking my nuts with liberal amounts of body wash. “No burn whatsoever to help narrow down where the damage was done.”
“You are sweet,” she said giving me a kiss as I slipped my underwear on. “Why is that?” I asked as we headed towards the bed. She Then said as we slipped between the sheets together, “Because, even when you are injured or hurting in some way, somehow you always manage to skip out on letting me make it all about you.”