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February 15th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Arriving Soon

Since Aimee asked, an update. The Nymph gets here tonight. As far as I’m concerned, today is Valentine’s Day, not yesterday.

And now, if you will excuse me, I need to go excavate a closet for her, and do what I can to sweep away the more uncivilized bits of evidence of my erstwhile bachelor existence. Like, you know, anything that involves live mold colonies.

Life is good. And getting better.

 
February 9th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Impossible Anticipation

Gentle Readers, I’ve been trying to play it cool, not pestering you with daily updates of “I love her and I miss her and she’s wonderful but she’s not here and if I have to wait another day I’m gonna explode!” All true, but it makes for boring prose unless you are a much better writer than I am.

But time marches on. She’s packing madly, and she’s going to be back (going to be back here with me!) in a week.

A week! It seems like forever.

I’m still: astounded; deeply honored; blessed; amazed; incredibly lucky; stunned…. You get the idea. It’s brave and incredible, what’s she’s doing for us, so that there can be an “us” without more long interminable months of being apart the way prudent boring people would probably handle this.

A week! Less than a week, I tell you!

 
January 29th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Touching

Isn’t it an amazing feeling when you click random blog links and stumble onto a post that feels like the author was eavesdropping in your brain? I’ll tell you what I mean:

I’m a hands-on sort of guy. I love to touch and be touched. But I’ve never been very good at it. The lady I used to be with a few years ago was the sort who always managed to shrug my hand off her arm, or turn away just as I was reaching for her. Always so innocent and seemingly random or accidental, it took me years to catch on to the fact that she just didn’t like to touch. Even early in that relationship, I often wished she’d touch me more. I’m not talking about sex, here, although I could. I’m just talking about a friendly gesture as we would pass in a hallway. A hand touching a wrist, that sort of thing.

The Nymph does not have this not-touching issue. Quite the contrary. She warned me on the phone, seemed concerned even, that she’s “hands-y”. I said “Sounds yummy to me!” and meant it from the bottom of my heart.

Hands-y? She is, too. And I love it. I never want her to let go. But she keeps making comments that make it clear, she’s worried I’ll grow to think she’s clingy. The woman actually jokes (the “ha ha, only serious” kind of jokes) that I’ll get tired of her “hanging on me” all the time.

That’s so not going to happen. Have I mentioned I love it when she touches me? Or, that I’m touching her just as much, and feel like I can’t stop?

It’s like Dan wrote about his Amber (links long gone):

When we first got together, I came to understand how starved Amber was for this kind of attention. She was actually afraid that I was going to get *tired* of touching her. What I realized was that I’d been starved for years for someone *to* touch, and she’d been starved for years for someone to touch *her*.

A perfect match!

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled (i.e., non-sappy) sex blogging.

 
January 28th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: I Like Nets

So when The Nymph was here, we had a conversation. It was pretty simple, it went kinda like this:

“I never want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“So don’t.”
“Well, I have to go home or my family will call the FBI.”
“Well, come back right away then.”
“OK.”

I figured I shouldn’t tempt the gods by exulting too much. But now the airplane ticket has been purchased and packing is underway. This is turning into a fairy tale. Don’t pinch me, I don’t want to wake up.

Flight date is just after Valentine’s Day. I teasingly tried to suggest that she was doing herself out of her traditional chocolate allotment that way, but I got firmly instructed that I had missed the point: the timing was cleverly designed to allow me to purchase her Valentine chocolate on February 15 at half price, and therefore it had better be a nice big double-sized ration, Buster!

I guess it’s time to start practicing my couples skills. “Yes, Dear.”

 
January 22nd, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Fun With Toys

Way way back a long time ago, I teased The Nymph about the contents of my sex toy order. One of the items I ordered, as it turns out, was a Wartenberg Pinwheel.

She loved it. Oh, she whimpered a bit, especially when I first surprised her with it. But make no mistake, she loved it. Although she says she likes it better when it stays away from tender areas.

If you approve of squirming, you want one of these. A word to the wise is sufficient.

 
January 20th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Missing Her

Well, the bad news is, I took her to the airport this morning. The good (fantastic!) news is: she’s coming back soon. Watch this space for for detailed updates, as events warrant.

It was a truly wonderful visit. Truth to tell, we didn’t get out much, although we did manage some sightseeing, a stroll on the beach with great winter views, some meals out with some of my local friends, and a few afternoons snuggled into a window booth at my favorite waterfront restaurant (drinking microbrews, eating appetizers, and watching the winter weather blow by).

Mostly, though, we stayed in. We’re still talking about how many salacious details to share with y’all; this has always been more of a third-party links-and-comments blog than a first-person “here’s what I did last night” sort of place. It might be a good idea to maintain that policy, especially since we spent a huge amount of time cuddling and canoodling and saying happy sappy stuff to each other (with earlobe nibbling for emphasis). This may be among the most vital and fulfilling of human pursuits, but it’s hardly the stuff of which great dramatic storytelling is made. (Although she does have the most tasty earlobes you could imagine.)

Thanks for your patience while updates were few. I’ll attempt to resume normal blogging as I get caught up with stuff I’ve been neglecting. Stick around, this story just keeps getting better!

 
January 15th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nymph In My Net: Tangled Up

So we were wrasslin’ a little on the bed, and then the bedding got a little disheveled, and then somehow she got all tangled up in it, like this:

tangled in sheets

A sweet disorder…

 
 
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