apropos to nothing much, i had a nasty bicycle accident at the beginning of the summer holiday - about 6 weeks ago. A careless moment, and i spread myself stickily across fresh tarmac. I still have the grit ingrained in the palms of my hand and a shadow of thick bruise across my thigh. My boyfriend picked me up and tended the raw edges, fixed my bike and bought me gloves to wear but I haven't been back on my bike since, although i am aware of his gentle encouragement as he regularly pumps my tyres and checks the gears.
Last night we collapsed into my bed together after an emotionally draining* evening and he gathered me against his chest, kissed me lovingly and whispered seductively.
"would you like .."
I look eagerly into his eyes.
" .. me to put stabilisers on your bike?"
*
It was my youngest's birthday yesterday, for which we had a family supper. My boys, me, my boyfriend and my husband. I'm too busy to fully process.
7 comments:
Oh, ouch!
At least he's still pumping your tires (is that a euphemism?)!
and checking your gears. Fnarrr.
I wouldn't have thought you'd need training wheels though.
Re Twitter: Normally, after the end of the school hols, we would be jumping back into bed for some quality lovemaking, too.
Alas, we have one going to university this year. So no daytime sex until early October, unless she goes out.
Needless to say, we're counting the days.
M in Devon
I like your fella's style :-)
*Those* kinds of 'doing the right thing' family episodes do get easier. Good on you all for doing what you did.
And a pat on the back for such a blatantly double-entendre-loaded post.
You should have lied to us and said you got that at the local roller derby!
It's beside the point, perhaps, but that's a great picture.
Yes, yes, blood, pain, etc. But damn, that's some excellent colour and composition:)
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