I was told by my physical therapist not to do kegels but I’ve decided my sex life is more important. So commencing now they will be done at least once if not many, many times daily. Frankly the more the better. They most definitely intensify sex and the sensitized effect is well worth the very minimal effort. Really it’s just a matter of remembering and once you get in a groove of doing them you just start doing them everywhere and at all times.
You can never tell when a woman is doing them, just as you can’t tell when a person is wearing a butt plug or a man a cock cage. These are all secret sexual acts we carry on in broad daylight without others being aware of them. Like when my tits were covered in bruises from Brad tying them up. It was such sweet seduction knowing they were there.
I accompanied Brad to his endoscopy appointment today. As suspected he has severe irritation and narrowing of his esophagus plus a hiatal hernia. All of which can probably be fixed with surgery.
It was so cute as he laid there completely out from the anesthesia I was talking to the nurse and caressing him when he woke up and saw me. His smile beamed so bright. You just can’t fake that kind of stuff. It was so immensely adorable.
He recovered quickly and they let him walk out as opposed to in a wheelchair. The nurse says to me to hold his arm and I look at her questioningly and say “what am I suppose to do with this gorilla if he falls?” Seriously though. He is a foot taller and almost a hundred pounds heavier than me. I’m like listen lady I’m fit and all but give me a break. Only he laughed but he was still coming off the drugs too. Lol
Tomorrow is my birthday. Woot woot! 🎉🎂🎁🎈🥳🧁
Habitat for humanity sent me a $10 coupon. So obviously that’s where I will be going. Then dinner out. Not sure where. My favorite restaurant (since I was a child) is The Spaghetti Factory, but since going gluten and dairy free eating there is more like torture than fun. Watching people eat yummy food I can’t have. But sometimes when my mother comes to town or on my birthday I allow myself to go there and enjoy the works.
I think this year I’ll indulge myself. They also sent me a coupon. These companies know me so well. Even on my birthday I like to save money. Plus I’m doing a liver/gallbladder flush this weekend. I am so not looking forward to it. I can’t wait to see and hopefully feel the results but drinking Epsom salt and olive oil just sounds so disgusting. I can see why some people vomit it up. Hopefully I’m not one of them.
I still haven’t decided what we will do (if anything) in addition to dinner. Brad got me a big flourless chocolate cake for tomorrow. I’m so excited. I genuinely can’t remember the last time I was so looking forward to my birthday.
Sweet dreams world.