What can I say? Not much has changed since my last entry. My milk supply is the same, even though I have been cutting calories.
The amount time we put into bosoming is no more and no less than it has been. I has not turned into any kind of a fetish. The newness has wore off, in that I don’t think about it as much, and it is fitting in our lives comfortably. The newness may be gone, but is even more special than before. The erotica is still there and our sex life is still running hot. My mate is getting a little more expressive in his enjoyment of our bosoming, which includes a slight aggressiveness. I love it.
We had a very special date night a week ago. We went to dinner, saw a movie, and rented a cheap room. We were both very wound up to start with, 
but later we talked a lot.
They say not to talk about sex in the bedroom; to do it somewhere neutral. I think that is important if you have something negative to say, but things have been going so well between us, that there wasn’t anything negative.
I got to express some of the “new to me” ideas that had been tumbling in my head regarding sex. I got to ask him a lot of questions too. Sometimes as couples we leave hints and hope our mate understands. I had been seeing and hearing hints, but I wasn’t really sure what he was trying to say. This was one of those times where we felt so comfortable and so connected that we could tell each other anything, not leaving it to hints. It was a time of more discovery between us. The intimacy was awesome. It had been since our anniversary in February that we last had a talk that was so revealing and sharing. It was really special. Our connection definitely deepened. This went on for awhile, things would get hot, then we would take a break and snuggle and talk, then being rested we would be at each other again, lol. I think it was around 4am before we collapsed the final time and said good night. In the morning we showered and made love again before leaving for home.
Whenever we have one of these special times, the days that follow are richer than before. That is how it is. After 25 years of marriage you would think that there was nothing new to learn about each other, but people change; so there is always something new to learn. Our relationship has matured, and contrary to what some people expect, that is a good thing. We are comfortable with who we are and with each other. Comfortable does not mean bored or complacent. Just the opposite; it means we feel free to be adventurous and try new things. We know that we have unconditional love and no embarrassment , mistake, or surprise is going to change that. Even if an idea is rejected, the person will not be. We know what makes each other tick, and we know what buttons to push to please each other. We are still finding new buttons, but making use of the many we have learned too.
There was a time, 14 years ago, when I could have told you we were staying together for the kids. We loved each other, but we were struggling with every kind of intimacy, and resentment was king. Things improved with counseling, date nights, new communication, and forgiveness. I started thinking that maybe once the children are grown we might still have a chance. Now, so much good has developed between us in the last 6 months, that I look forward to our time alone together when the nest is empty. (Not that I am in any hurry for my children to grow up and leave.)
I am very happy, and never even imagined being so happy. My life is not a fairy tale, it has it’s challenges, but it is rich; very rich.
PS. I have prayed a lot for my marriage over the years, and I am blessed to see those prayers answered.
