Busy Burdened Bees

I can say this has been a relatively shitty month for me, but I know people out there have it a lot worse. And all in all, it's still a good life. I'm at that stage in life where all my friends are moving on to that next stage, physically and mentally. The physical part is the hardest. I miss 'em, plain and simple.

Stephen and I have have had a series of aches and injuries that has made us snappy with each other. Sex? What's sex? I realize now how many activities rely on him on his back. Sitting on your face? Nope. Ok, sit up a little and I'll ride you. Nuh uh. Well, damn, how about a nice blowjob? Denied. Of course there are other positions. And of course those neatly coincide with the pain from my sprained ankle.

Now there was like a 3 day period of pure fuck glory wherein we could bear the pain of our respective injuries. And then Aunt Flo decided to drop by.

Anywho. We're trying to decide where to go for our honeymoon. We were thinking a couples resort would be nifty. Couples resort not meaning a swing fest. Just somewhere there aren't kids or so many horn dogs trying to pick up chicks for the night or drunk bitches puking everywhere. Is that so much to ask? Yeah, probably.