Time away

For the past two weeks we have been away from home. Last year we attended the first week of a classical music festival, this year Master decided we should stay for both weeks. Work is really busy at the moment, and with my mum due to move soon, I couldn’t take the whole two weeks off. So, I worked two days the first week and two days this. In between we have had a mixture of concerts, educational events, walking, eating, drinking, sleeping and sex.

Meal in one of our favourite restaurants

I have to be honest and say that often when we are away from home, we are so busy that we leave little time for sex. Often we stay in a hotel for a couple of nights and move on. We try to pack in as much sightseeing as possible leaving little down time. This trip, which wasn’t a holiday as such was different. The programme for the festival is very busy. But we didn’t want to attend everything, and even if we had we were sensible enough to realise that this would have been too much. You really can get too much culture.

So we have included some pleasant walks (though the weather hasn’t helped there), some leisurely meals in a couple of our favourite restaurants here. Plus some time just lying in bed, relaxing and having some very good sex. Quite a lot of sex, thank you very much.

The first few days were spent on the river

 

The M/s dynamic, so often in the back ground has been much more prominent. Master has been on top form and seems to have regained his libido. The problems I have been having with pain seem to be settling – this is definitely a psychological problem that I know I will over come.

This fortnight has made us realise that time together like this doesn’t have to be jam packed. That staying in one location for a more prolonged period is good, even if we wanted to do lots of sightseeing.

We return home today, happy and fulfilled in lots of ways. I can’t wait to start planning our next trip together. What’s more, I can’t wait to spend time together at home too.

The view from our tower room

 

What do you see?

Yesterday someone I have known since we were young student nurses together sent me a photo. In it I am around 18 or 19, young, slim and carefree. I can still remember being that person, and think I know what I saw when looking in the mirror back then. I have never been one to gaze at myself in the way people often seem to today. I use the mirror to check my hair, or to apply make-up (on the rare occasions I wear any). But I know that my face was unlined, I know that I possessed more freckles on my nose and face than I wanted to see. I know that my eyes were blue and I know that my nose was small and slightly upturned at the tip. This is still the case unlike the colour of my hair, which is no longer the shiny auburn it was then. No hair dye ever brings that colour back.

Mostly I feel the same as I did then. I don’t feel weighed down by the many years and experiences that have occured since then. Ok, so I have aches and pains that I never seemed to have then. My body is 37 years older after all. When I look in the mirror at myself I can still see that young girl somewhere, but she is much less visible. I wonder if I look the age I am, younger or older. It is so difficult to tell that about yourself. I think that I should dye my hair as there is grey growing at the sides and roots. I wonder if my eyes are less blue, though people tell me that when I wear certain colours it makes my eyes look really blue. Are my lips thinner and my face fatter? Probably.

But does any of this matter? I have a man in my life who tells me that I am beautiful. Who proclaims that when I orgasm I express pleasure through my face. A man who makes me laugh and with whom I am beyond happy. When I look in the mirror I see someone who is happy with their life. That is enough.

 

 

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In the cabin

We are away from home for a couple of weeks. I would say we were on holiday, and to some extent that is true. He is perhaps on holiday, but I do have to work for some of the time. Still I am enjoying a long weekend of fun before I have to travel into London on Wednesday. This will involve a longer journey, and to keep costs down I will take the coach. Hopefully I will be able to do some work on the journey and so have a shorter working day in London. The purpose of our trip is to enjoy a classical music festival. This is all relatively new to me, so at the study event on Mahler yesterday, I learnt things for the first time. I am also new to his music, so this weekend has been something of a voyage of discovery.

We are staying on a boat at the moment, as we did last year. It is a pleasant and cosy existence here. The fact you need to run the engine or a generator in order to get hot water, to charge up appliances serves as a timely reminder. We take for granted the mod cons we have in our life. 

This morning, while Master was starting up the generator I took a couple of selfies of me. I am on the bed in our cabin. Note the wood panelling, the mirror and the portholes. Hopefully I will get a few more pictures for future sinful Sundays before we move ashore on Tuesday!

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