And he's hungry!
Well, that didn't take long! Only The second day in, and already Arwyn showed marked signs of thawing. And then skidded rapidly towards melting altogether. But not yet.
Before decoding the above, I just want to say that Wal-Mart sucks. I went there is search of canning jars, and learned from the associate in charge of that zone that they were removed when the Christmas junk was moved in. The helpful employee did suggest trying some grocery stores which I did. I drove miles away to the Supercenter only to find they were available just down the street. Wal-Mart did have canning jars filled with their overpriced junk.
Okay, now that we got that commercial message out of the way…
This morning, I showered up as Arwyn got the boys on the bus. I came out and she was watching TV. We talked a bit about general stuff and then I kissed her as she said she was getting ready for her shower and I needed to get ready to go to work. The kissing turned into a hug. The hug turned into me giving her a back rub. Then that turned into my getting my hands under her shirt. ,she was kneeling in the bed while I stood beside it. More kissing, more hugging, more backrubbing. The cage was *most* constricting! We hugged and kissed and kissed and hugged. Arwyn stood up on the bed, towering over me. More kissing and hugging and back rubbing. Then I pulled her sweat pants down and she kicked them off. More kissing, hugging, rubbing and then I pulled down her panties, which she kicked off.
"Are you going to take off your clothes?" She asked.
"No. I just thought I'd help you get undressed for your shower."
Shoot. I hope I remembered to shut the garage door when I left.
Anyway, I took off her shirt and there was a lot more hugging and kissing and touching. My hands were all over the place. She did let me kiss her breasts a bit, which is new and novel. If i wasn't caged, I might just have went for it.
We laid on the bed and I was pretty much engaged in some ravishing. I wispered in her ear, "I love you."
"I love you."
Love is not just some emotion to be tossed about on the wind. It is an act of volition. Lust, OTOH, has a will of its own.
This was some serious making out. I finally, painfully, seperated myself begging off to go to work. She said, "Let's continue this later, after the kids are in bed and asleep."
So, I just thought I'd update everyone. Oh. The cage. The keys.
The Timelock was set and encrypted for a few weeks, which is true. But I had another copy of the file stowed away. As it turns out, that wasn't even needed. I had memorized the combimation, anyway. So it wasn't all that secure anyway. I need to develop a better system, and am in the process of doing just that. But I probably would have employed the bolt cutters anyway. I am ready for the drought to end. Only 103 days. Let us hope this comes to fruition so that Desperate Husband or Cinnimon can reclaim or claim the No Sex throne amongst this circle of invisible internet friends.