Hot August Nights

Hot and sticky, humid and wet. Does this sound like weather or?
Having celebrated a marriage of 23 years on the 14th I'm reminded of the hot, sticky and fiery past. Working all night, a graveyard shift knowing within hours of my shifts end I would become a slave-wife. My belly flutters as I look back. A very small court house ceremony. We had just our 2 witnesses of which were his dad and sister. I recall during portions of it how we burst out laughing.

Yes laughing!

And here we still are today!

We drove for hours and hours looking for a bed and breakfast as we headed out of town. I was to make a reservation prior to our ceremony and oopsie doodles did I forget. Phew! I didn't here the end of it. Spankin' number 1 and 2 and.... Some might say I planned it that way.. but I'll never tell. ~grins

Now the anniversary that we always celebrate as well is the night we met. June 24th. The night he tried to suck my virgin tonsils down his throat. He swears it was me doing it to him! ~blushes

A few weeks later I lost my virginity in his sister's water bed... (oops, did I say that?)

I walked lopsided for a week. It wasn't easy covering that up.

I was a good girl! Or was I?

We spent our 5th anniversary in Sparks NV. 3 days and nights. What a blast!

So many fond memories of those hot August nights, under the moonlight, at the river slithering in the sand, our bodies entwined and livin' it up .. and down...

Yum!