What's the Hurry? Let me Tell You

Jake and I had an amazing evening last night.  We left a little later than planned so we didn't have time to go out to dinner before our Sexy Party.  In typical Jake & Mimi fashion, we grabbed Clif Bars at a gas station and ate them in the car.

We were invited to an intimate Tantra Party in a beautiful setting.  Candles, chocolate, wine, feathers, blindfolds.  It was our first experience with Tantra.  Thanks to Sting, at least we had heard of the ancient religious, philosophical practice involving the body.  Naturally, our curiosity was piqued.

Jake and I were both very excited and open to the idea that even after 20 years of being together, we could learn new techniques to pleasure each other.  At first, we were so giggly I thought we were going to have to be separated.  He whispered that we're too much like brother and sister.  I think it was the heat of his breath in my ear that helped me to focus enough to call sensual Mimi to the occasion.

We played together.  We played with other partners.  We tried many different exercises focused on taking your time.  Having Patience.  What's the Hurry?

I was a perfect student until about 2 a.m.  I couldn't stop thinking about the next day and what I had planned.  I have a family, remember?  Last night Jake and I gave ourselves a luxurious gift of eight hours of eroticism together.  Sorry, folks.  I think that's all I've got.  Could I have done a better job with practicing patience?  I had the best of intentions.  I actually put my watch on as we were walking out the door to leave.  I thought it would be better if I didn't have access to tangibles such as time.  But on second thought, that didn't seem like a realistic expectation for Mimi.

At the close of the date, I felt a little like Debbie Downer.  "We have to go."  I'd like to be the girl that can stay.  Until noon.  But that's why I'm conflicted.  And home in bed with my puppy planning a day with my family.  I like the balance.  I just hate interrupting the moment.