So last night I ran Taylor a bath loaded with bubbles, handed him an erotic book and left him to soak for a bit.  While he was in there, I scrambled around lighting a zillion candles (including a massage candle) in our bedroom and putting a soft red sheet over the regular bedding to protect it from oily, waxy drips, fluffing pillows and getting stuff, basically, ready to give him a nice, relaxing massage and…  stuff.

After everything was ready in the bedroom I scooted back to the bathroom and scrubbed him down with a marvelous vibrating sponge while he continued to read.  I rinsed him off and brought his robe and he decided to stay and soak for a bit longer so I closed the door behind him and let him be.

When he came out and I led him into the bedroom, the look on his face was priceless.  He knew he was getting a massage but I think the candlelit room surprised the hell out of him.

Anyhow…  the point of all this is that we had a lot of fun.

It wasn’t a completely sexually focused massage.  I just used the massage candle and it’s included brush to rub him down bit by bit and kept smiling to myself because…

We talked thru the whole thing.  Not about anything in particular.  Just wandering, lazy conversations like we rarely have when we’re wrapped up in our computers and t.v. and games and books and whatnot.

Sure, it led to fantastic sex and a bit of warm, oily massage wax on my good bits, too.  But mostly it was just really warm and loving and…  happy.

I think I should do that more often.  With change ups, of course, so it doesn’t become as normal as computers and t.v.’s and books and games.  But there is definitely something to be said for time you set aside, plan out and follow thru on, just to be together and touch and love and talk and…   relax.  Mind and body, total relaxation.

Why don’t we do such things more often?  (Not just me.  And Taylor. But the world in general.  All of us)