I confessed something to my boyfriend yesterday, I told him one of my secret passions, one of those things that does it for me every time, but I can’t do it alone and so I haven’t done it in some time….. he was quite surprised, as it contradicts a lot of other things I have going on, but it’s something I have loved for years.
I love to be read to in bed…preferably the newspaper, preferably after a couple of hours of lovely sex, preferably with a pot of tea and a packet of plain chocolate biscuits!
It’s so sad….so middle aged! Before we had kids, definitely before we had two, a Sunday would involve a lot of movies, nice lunch, then home for some lovely shagging followed by reading the papers in bed, accompanied by the radio, then usually I’d flip through the girlie bits and my Ex would read the important bits to me….I love it, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits, occasionally have pringles..then I’d finally fall asleep, to the sound of my Ex’s voice, reading some boring sport article…….heaven!
So my darling boyfriend in the spirit of trying new things has agreed to indulge me….but I have a sneaking suspicion there will be the different reading materials than the indo and the Turbine!