In the Pink

It was my birthday this week. I turned forty-something.

I am fortunate enough to have a wonderful group of friends who love me -- both in my vanilla life as well as my delvings into the netherworld of BDSM. I received such an outpouring of love and warmth that I felt genuinely buoyed by the affection, caring and consideration.

My daughter had me take her shopping the previous day -- booked a week in advance, mind you -- so that she could buy me flowers to give me on the morning of my birthday. She'd originally suggested going a couple of days previous, until I pointed out to her that the flowers that I wasn't supposed to know about would surely die before the morning when she planned to surprise me. She did wake me, if not entirely to my surprise, with breakfast in bed (tea and toast, since you ask), and a present in addition to purple, orange and deep red roses. How gorgeous?

My son gave me hugs, kisses, mumbled apologies and teenage angst for my birthday. At 12 going on 13-cum-nightmare-teenager, I suppose it's par for the course. I hugged him back, and tld him I loved him, and that since I had decided to award myself what the Big Bad Cat is wont to call a "shavua-ledet", he still had time to buy me the over-priced trinkets that I desere for putting up with his mood swings, the demands of his social life, and the shponk of his feet. (Would that I could unscrew his feet at the ankles, and leave them on the window ledge overnight to air. Dear god!)

I wasn't sure how to process the new age. I'd never thought much beyond the previous one (the answer to life, the universe and everything) and this one holds no literary milestone to which I can ally myself, nor does it resonate with any kind of numerical significance that I know of -- although being as my mathematical skills range somewhere between "complete dunce" and "requires an abacus", this may not be the whole reality; just the one with which I am familiar.

Thirteen days before my birthday marked the three year anniversary of my relationship with the NEMRF*, and I was unable, for reasons uninteresting to this forum, to get my head around a suitable ode or dedicated piece of prose. Therefore, if you will indulge me, I'll write it now.

Words actually fail me. Not that I am speechless -- an as-yet unknown phenomenon -- but finding the words to describe the love that we share, the closeness, the warmth, the mutual support and essentially the very coupliness of us as a couple requires more than a little hyperbole and grandiosity - not my favoured form of prose. But there you go, the feline has foiled me once again! 😄 With him, I can talk -- but really talk. I can complain, if i need to -- and we resolve any issues with discussion and love and warmth. I know that he always has my back -- mentally and physically. I know how and where I stand, what to expect and when to expect it -- except when he wishes to surprise me, in which case I don't. I know he'll never let me down, which in and of itself is worth its weight in gold. And I mean never. Never.

To this day, a mere look or incidental touch has my knees a-tremble and my cunt awash. Such prolonged a period of raw desire is new to me. Moreover, a whispered word has the same effect -- specific words, of course, not just any old word, but he knows them. Following in the footsteps of such great poetic felines as Pablo Neruda, Yona Wallach or C.P. Cavafy (to name but three) he chooses his words to me so that they never pierce my ear with some cacophonous tangle, but rather flow with grace and ease, and soothe, delight pr arouse, as intended.

My love, my Dom, Cat of my Heart -- the first three years of us have been more wonderful than I can say. You mean so much to me because you know and understand why it is and who I am and how to do That Thing That We Do so successfully -- and understand the reasoning behind it even when I don't... and even when you don't, you do it anyway without the understanding but just to make me happy. You have taught me what it means to be truly loved, and if I wasn't in love with you already, this fact alone would cinch the deal.




*(Nefarious Evil Mean & Rotten Feline)