This past Tuesday I finished the 26th year of my life.  I had been feeling a little down because I didn’t receive any cards in the mail and only one person called me, but my blogging/reviewer/online friends did an amazing job at making my day special (thank you!)

When evening came, I was pleased to hear my husband tell me it was time for bed, hoping he’d want to spend a little extra special time with me.  We took our time kissing and cuddling, and he was more than willing to make my evening pleasurable.  The lack of excitement from the day was completely forgotten as we embraced each other and shared our love; it was just what I needed and turned into the perfect birthday gift.

After all the passion, we decided it was time for some birthday spankings.  I never really understood the point of them when I was a child, but I can’t say I mind them now.  My husband had a blast trying to mark my bottom, and we ended up laughing and having a great time.  I didn’t get 26 blows, but it was still a great way to close that year of my life and start the next.

Shower anyone?

This isn’t something that’s a fetish to me at all, but if my man and I are in the shower, it never fails; he urinates on me.  He finds it funny, and it doesn’t bother me.  It normally happens when I’m washing my face, or not paying attention, and I feel the warm stream on my foot, or the side of my leg.  I shake my head at him and we laugh, he’s such a goofball sometimes and I adore him!