Julia and I both rolled out of bed this morning feeling quite rested; us being totally at peace with each other and the rest of the world. And… When I stop and think about the glorious sensation I experienced when I opened my eyes, my brain simultaneously registering what Julia was doing to me? “It’s kind of hard to be any other way.”
And… No. I know it isn’t all about the sex for her or me. It certainly isn’t about the money either. Sex is simply our love language and, “Damn is it a good one at that!”
We show love for each other in other ways, too. It never stops, the intentions behind our actions a simple reminder to each other that we are totally committed to one another.
“Sometimes I swear you’re in my head relaxing in an armchair, feeling my every emotion and thought as it forms,” Julia said this morning. “I love that. And… No… It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
Julia then continued, “Even when I’m in town at the office sometimes, I can feel you with me. It’s like the connection Harry Potter had with Lord Voldemort, Minus the evil components of their relationship. I wish I could tell you in words how grateful I am for that.”
“I think I get the picture,” I said. We were talking in my study at that point, and She spun me around in my desk chair, leaning down to look me straight in the eyes as she spoke softly saying, “Do you? Do you really?”
I Gently gripped her shoulders, wordlessly indicating that I was going to stand. She began to move back, thinking I was going to walk out of the study, when I pulled her too me.
With one arm wrapped around her low back and a hand in her hair, gently gripping the back of her head, I kissed her deeply for a long moment. I felt her body go limp against me as I held her, drinking in her warmth, her sent, her very breath as her chest began to heave against me. Feeling her breathless intoxication at that moment was priceless.
After a time, I guided her onto the couch and sat down with her for a minute. She sat breathing heavily for a little while and when she could finally speak, she said, sounding a little winded, “I guess you do know. I guess you really do know. That was incredible. Thank you.”
She then gave my hand a squeeze and said, “I have another session to do in a few minutes. Catch up with you for dinner later, ok?”
I nodded and as she walked out my study door, I went over to my desk and put the final touches on a podcast I’d done yesterday and recorded the audio tracks for two more today. I guess that Julia had taken the time to sample yesterday’s work at one point between her sessions because, I suddenly heard a hoot of laughter coming out of her study as she shouted, “You’re a total bad ass Mr. Schnabel and I love it!”