This past Saturday we drove into the city and went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the Stein exhibit. I was standing before one of the many Matisse and Picasso paintings when Sheri came up behind me and wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me into her. I closed my eyes and put my head on her shoulder and smiled. She doesn't realize that those small gestures are what make me the most happy. Her favorite was a painting of a country side done by Picasso where the explanation was his lover at the time, Eva, had written Gertrude Stein that while they were summering at an old Spanish villa the proprietor had misunderstood Picasso's profession and thought him to be a house painter and offered him a job. She got quite a kick out of that.
As you know, museums are very quiet where all you hear are people shuffling through and hushed whispers. We were moving along and appreciating the paintings and I wanted a mint. It was a new pack so I had to take the plastic wrapping off then shake the can to get a mint to come out for Sheri and me. It was so loud that it was echoing off the walls and people were giving me a nasty look and Sheri and I were trying not to giggle. She whispered "Could you be any louder?" I smiled and said "I could be, if you want me to."
We'd float from room to room holding pinkies. She'd break away to look at one painting while I went to admire another and I'd turn and search for her in the crowd and couldn't contain the smile tugging at my lips as I spotted her. I've memorized the way her face looks when she sees me from afar. Every now and then she winks at me and smiles and my stomach fills with butterflies.
When we were sitting on my couch later Saturday night I studied her profile as she watched tv. How her mouth is always slightly open, how she knows when I'm looking at her and she'll stare at me from the corner of her eyes and then a big smile stretches across her face. When she smiles, I can't help but smile along with her. I snuggle up close to her, draping myself over her like a blanket. She kissed the top of my head and said "You know, if you get any closer to me you'll be on the other side of me."
"Still not close enough," I said as I wiggle to get that extra smidgen closer.
We've been trying some new things in bed lately and my orgasms have been the most intense I've ever had. It's made me quite addicted to her, more so than before, and I crave her all the time. When I think about her my insides tighten and start to throb with anticipation. I'm trying to convince her for a mid-week-romp to satisfy my cravings but so far, no dice.
On Draw Something when I get the word "Taco" part of me wants to draw the lady part rather than the food. Just for shock value
