My new deep red shag pile rug was christened yesterday. A roaring open fire, a cold, grey day, red wine, fish and chips out of the paper… followed by several hours of fun and games with P. The rug lived up to its name – shag pile 
First we went walking and climbed to the top of a hill in the nearby ranges. Despite the cold greyness there were three other couples at the summit so we didn’t stay long. No opportunity for frolicks on the hilltop with all those spectators. So back to my place for the official rug christening.
P and I are at our best together when making love. That seems to be when we are truly ourselves, and all barriers and pretensions disappear. I noticed yesterday that I don’t feel totally at ease with him the rest of the time. More indications that he is definitely not the man for me long term. But all that disappears during sex – he is passionate, tender, intimate, caring and very sexy!
A delightful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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