The Witching Hour

Written by Orchid on April 21, 2014. Posted in Blog

It’s almost 4 am when he walks in on me stuffing my face with pita chips and cheddar cheese and he just laughs.  I blush.  Yep, I’m in my element. We inhale and exhale copious amounts of THC while he regales me with his knowledge of physics.  Air speeds, inertia, mechanics and “did you know?”.  I laugh and writhe around on the bed, jokingly begging him to stop dispensing so much beautiful knowledge lest I explode in a climax of cranial bliss.  Knowledge is arousing.  Especially when it falls from the lips of your lover.On into the early morning hours, we laugh so hard we cry.  And then we laugh some more.

Finally the light is turned out and we lay awake in each others arms.  No more words are exchanged, just the sounds of our breathing and the pulses in our veins.

Utter perfection.

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Painted Lady. Brass Acrobat. Aerialist. Snake Charmer. Jill-Of-All-Trades. Nerdery Enthusiast. Show-off. Writer. Photographer. Doodler. Cheese, all the cheese.

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