I ‘came of age’ in the ’70’s (yes, I had to work out the decade) as a married woman; my 21st birthday was marked by dinner at a posh restaurant with my first husband. He (very sensibly) had celebrated his 21st birthday prior to our marriage, marking the occasion with a party, a cake and a “pash” with my cousin, an action that should have warned me about his tendency to stray.
If I was able to get together with any of my exes it would of course be Ryan – although since he was the one who left that is extremely unlikely, and we’d probably have little in common nowadays. The ex I am most likely get back together with is Paolo – we still have a soft spot for each other – or more accurately for our memories of each other.
“Are you familiar with the circus art of plate spinning?”
one plate is set
in trembling motion…
The sounds of The Dead Kennedy’s song “Too Drunk To Fuck” pounded through the doors and I laughed awkwardly. I hoped that song wasn’t prophetic. #wickedwednesday #kinkoftheweek
I swear he had a radar which told him when Ryan and I were about to get down and dirty. But to be fair we were horny most of the time so it was probably just co-incidence. #WickedWednesday
Ryan and Indie’s Xmas continues in Part 2.
Another Ryan poem
Response to #WickedWednesday prompt ‘Page 69’. Indie and her art.
I slide my arms around your waist.
Suck in the fullness of your mouth,
savor the smoothness of your belly;
breaking free to strip.
The leather of Ryans’ jacket creaked as he leaned toward me, sliding one hand between my thighs, the other behind my head.