All Systems Set And Ready To Go

Last night, I talked to my husband and told him that I am maintaining this blog. I am not sure exactly if he was shocked but what I am sure of is that I can finally let out a sigh of relief now that I am completely not hiding anything from him. I actually did not mean to hide it, it's just that I don't know how to share it to him. Though I am surprised with how he coyly accepted this blog, I feel that I need to talk to him so I know what I can write or what I can not write here. 

Hmmmmm, will he then play as the chairman of the board of censors? Well, not really. I just feel like I need to consult him from here on. Then again, I can also surprise him with what I feel like posting. Either way, I am sure that he would still feel excited that I have this blog and that I have a few readers reading my carnal thoughts. I will share more of our lives behind closed doors so I hope you all stay with us and wait for updates. My husband is very game about this whole thing and this eureka moment is something that will keep him busy in the next few days as I think he will go over all the articles that I have written. 

Oh by the way, he also told me that he might share his juicy fantasies. We might share the fantasies as is or we might try it and I'll share to you how it goes. Lets see! In the meantime, we are waiting for the shipment of the french maid costume I ordered online over the weekend. Hold your horses...

Tonic of Wildness

We need the tonic of wildness. … At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed, and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature. 

–Henry David Thoreau, Walden

They Call It Chemistry

“One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else’s body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn’t there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient’s body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question: “Do you want your belly pressed against this person’s belly forever —or not?” — Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)