Floating

Yesterday, after I had leaped into the pool without testing the water first (I am very much a leaper-inner -- I don't care if it's cold, I know I'll get used to it. I wish I were more like that in life...), after he sat on the edge trying to acclimate to the cold water, after I tried to relax and let the water hold me, after I failed, after I cried over a hurt that my heart has sustained that has nothing to do with my Daddy at all, a hurt that is weighing me down in every sense of the word (and stealing my words so that blogging is difficult)...

...he got into the chilly water, wrapped me in his arms, laid his cheek against mine, and walked with me back and forth around the pool. My legs were tight around his waist, my arms tight around his neck, and he stroked my hair while I cried. It was so comforting, more comforting than any words he could have whispered to me. I felt enveloped by his love, protected, cradled. He makes everything feel better, always.

For shame, blogger!

I've been remiss lately, I know. But I am back with a short observation on Things That Give Me a Happy: hand-held showerheads.

When I was a little girl I used to masturbate with allllll kinds of things, including a motorized nail-file (without the sandpapery part!), a mechanical toothbrush (again, without the abrasive part), and dolls of many sizes, shapes, and colors. All of this occurred within the safety of my bedroom, mostly at night, but the first-ever orgasm I had outside of my safe haven was in the shower with a hand-held showerhead.

It started innocently enough; I was just showering, you know, like you do, and rinsing off, also like you do, when one of the streams of water...caught my attention. That's all it took and voila, I had discovered the joys of masturbating in the shower. Sadly, I have never in my life OWNED my own hand-held showerhead.

Until today.

Daddy and I spent yesterday trying to install the showerhead only to be totally thwarted by the flow restrictor that turned the flow of water into a dribble of water. BUT. Now we have a bigger, better, (more expensive) showerhead, and I am actually praying that it works. Because I really, really miss shower orgasms. Here's hoping!