Opening To Each Other

So yeah, in the previous post, I mentioned the fact that 2012 has gotten off to a bangin’ start for us – I mean that both figuratively and literally.  Joe and I have been at each other like dogs.  We’ve had more sex in the last few weeks than perhaps in the last few months.  Long-time Minaphiles will know on how many levels what a WIN that is for us aside from the physical aspect of our relationship, considering the 2 years of hell he went through.  What with the nerve damage to his left left leg, thanks to that tumour he went through chemo to kill, there was, after all, a time when we weren’t 100% sure he’d even walk comfortably again, let alone fuck me like the ravenous sex-monster I am.

Walk, drive, work, and fuck me, he does and my heavens, he’s been doing a lot of it lately.  You’re welcome, Spycam watchers, not that we’ve been doing it for you.  And not that we’ve taken the spycams into account at all when we DO do it, but then again you know with me, that’s the entire point of having spycams:  spontaneous, unscripted action you KNOW is 100% real.

This is not to say our life has slowed down (actually, it’s sped up and we’re calling a halt this weekend in the form of a Just Me and He weekend) but we went through a major re-evaluation of our relationship and our life recently that has resulted in both of us socializing more yet at the same time brought us closer than ever.

I’m still not 100% sure how detailed I plan to get on what’s gone down and really, it’s only truly exciting to us, because it’s happening to us, but as always, dear readers, sooner or later, I tend to pour my heart out to you about everything.  Whether you want to hear it or not lmfao.  Or whether or not it actually impacts you, as my viewers and website members.

So this re-evaluation was not brought on by any problems — quite the opposite, actually — it’s just the kind of conversation you have together every so often.  Joe and I actually don’t do Relationship Talks very often, mainly because there’s generally nothing to talk about.  Everything rocks, we’re totally in love, happy with ourselves and each other and the only problems we ever have are external.  Not between us. Things crop up, of course, but these are small, day to day, things best solved with comments like “If you snore again tonight, I’m kicking your ass to the couch.  Again.”  And then we move on.  We’re long past the Deep Meaningful Discussions necessary to early relationships in which you define what you expect from each other and what you’ve got going on together.  To be frank, we both seriously HATE that shit and if you’re still having “discussions” like that after years and YEARS of being together, you’ve got bigger problems between you than any single conversation is going to cover.  Like the fact whatever boundaries you’ve established (or never did) just aren’t working and you need to re-set the relationship dial.

So yeah, we’re good.  We’re each others best friend, tell each other everything, his mother calls me her “fille” (daughter) when introducing me to strangers, we still love fucking for ourselves, mutual satisfaction and the entertainment of the internet, and can also just “hang out” together as though we weren’t married lovers.  We’re always the first ones there for each other, the first ones we want when shit goes down, and have more trust between us than I’ve ever thought possible.  The idea of anything ever coming between us or changing that at this point is unimaginable.  We’re practically blood, if you threw in an icky incest dynamic.:D  He grabs my ass 18 times a day (no matter where, who’s around or what’s going on) and I refer to him as my Italian sausage.

And we’ve kept our individual identities with each others full support.  There are things we each like to do that have nothing to do with the other and that’s totally cool.  We can each go off and do these things, without the other one whining, bitching, moaning or feeling excluded or threatened.  We are the perfect overlap.

The only area we’ve never much explored in relation to all of this is our sexuality.  Mainly because, what with much of our focus on health issues, the last few years, the raw sexual aspects of our natures have frankly been put aside for varying periods of time.  To be blunt, we were often more concerned with saving Joe’s life, not whether or not either of us felt like fucking.  And that left a bit of what I call “Caregiver Syndrome.”  SO much of what was on our plate was health-related (and if you’re new to me, read back — he spent about 4 years of our relationship battling very serious health issues, including cancer) that I’ve actually had to train myself OUT of “nursing” him.  HE recovered and jumped right back into life and chasing my ass.  I, however, continued to think of him as “at risk” to a degree and it probably rubbed off on us both.  Until of course, he’d get tired of it laughing it off and just throw me on a bed and bang me until I stopped worrying about whether or not he’d taken his pills that day.

But yeah, not sexy.  And not conducive to maintaining a “sexual mentality,”  if that makes any sense and of course, much of it my own doing.

So we had a conversation about that recently and it led to some pretty amazing revelations about ourselves and each other and what we were ready for next, in the name of recreating ourselves as sexual beings.

More on that, in the next episode….