We woke up again this morning in a tangle of sheets and limbs, neither of us wanting to put so much as a foot on the floor. It was kind of nice and, this time things happened during the night that I knew for certain, “I wasn’t dreaming!”
When we finally decided we couldn’t prolong the inevitable any longer we got out of bed and began our day. Somehow though, I’m pretty sure Julia felt as I did, me basing this assumption on her little comments and flirtations as we showered and got the show on the road for the sake of our clients. Yeah… “we’d rather have been canoodling!”
But… I had sites to update for my brother and parents and Julia had her marriage counseling sessions to conduct in town today. And… While we both would have rather spent more time playing between the sheets… “Oh well!”
At around 11:00 AM I did head out to her office to join her for lunch, me grabbing the order she placed from Hayek’s Market along the way. Her next couple wasn’t coming in until 2:00 PM. And… Uh… Yeah… Given the amount of free time available once we were done with lunch… Um… Uh… Somehow, our naughty side got the better of us and her desk proved to be just as useful for fine dining as the bar in our house was yesterday. Neat and orderly work spaces at times like these most certainly are a beautiful thing, “Don’t you think?”
When I headed back home from her office, I was spotted by Amanda Boehner, who offered to drive me the rest of the way home. This was probably a good thing because I only got part of the stuff I was working on this morning completed. So… The accelerated trip on wheels really worked out well for me. So well in fact that I was done just as Julia was walking through the front door of the house at 5:15 PM.
We worked on dinner together in silence and then pretty much ate in silence, too. We cleaned up dishes quietly as well and then walked into the living room together as if we’d planned the whole thing hours ago.
“Rough session?” I finally asked. She sighed, and I said, “Say no more.”
I then got off the couch, where I was sitting next to her, and down on the floor. “What are you doing?” Julia asked, sounding slightly irritable. I then wordlessly gestured for her to come join me.
She sighed again and seemed like she was thinking about saying, “No.” But she did slowly sit down on the floor next to me at last. When she did I gently kissed her and said, “Lay down on your stomach.”
“Why?” Julia asked. “You’ll see,” I responded gently.
I then reached up on the couch and handed her one of the thin pillows that was up there. She took it from me saying, “Uh…” But anticipating the question I said, “It’s for your head.”
She just sat there for a long moment, seeming to be uncertain about what might happen before finally assuming the position I had directed her to take. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said just before telling Alexa to play the meditation track on our stereo that I knew Julia would like.
Once my wife had settled comfortably I started out by just very lightly running my fingers through her hair. “Breath deeply,” I said, “In and out through your nose. Focus on it. Relax into it. Effortlessly breathing in and out slow and steady as she goes.”
Eventually I shifted my own position so that I could lightly move my hands over her shoulders and back, every so often reminding her to focus on her breathing, especially when I sensed that she was starting to tense again. “Letting go can be a real bitch sometimes.”
But… We got there in the end and I could feel her body relaxing more and more and her energy shift to a lighter state of being. As the time passed I eventually began working on her legs, just very lightly running my hands over them. Then I slightly increased pressure as I moved back up her body toward her shoulders again.
Then I started massaging her arms and hands. Not hard. But just enough to be firm. Then I moved down towards her feet again, gently slipping off her slippers and massaging everything from heel to toe.
When I finished her feet she very slowly turned over on the floor and lay facing the ceiling. I then slipped her pillow back under her head asking, “Comfy?”
“More than you know,” she replied. “Thank you.”
I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly by way of an acknowledgement before shifting so I could start gently massaging the front of her legs, from ankles to waste. I couldn’t resist giving her well-toned belly a scratch in a manner that I knew wouldn’t tickle her before I began massaging her arms again.
She giggled when I gave her the scratch saying, “Thank you master.” She then said with a warm glow in her soft voice, “This feels so good. This feels oh so good.”
She then dropped off to sleep as I slowly moved back and forth between massaging her arms and legs. Even though I knew she couldn’t talk to me about what had happened this afternoon in a way that would be helpful due to client confidentiality, I knew I could ease her frustration through what I was doing. She’s often told me herself, “It’s like your hands have this mystical power in them so that, when you touch me, you are touching my very soul. It’s amazing.”
She’s sleeping comfortably in our bed right now and I’m thinking There’s one more thing I can do to insure her day ends on a positive note. Crank up my own focus to a point where I can slip into her dreams and insure they are sweet tonight.
How is this done? “By way of a very intense meditation.”