Kisses and giggles and pokes and laughter and moans and swearing and grins and more laughter and cold water and more smacks and moans and giggles.  And Fucking Fred who ended it all….at least that part.

Collapsing onto the bed, having him wrap himself around me and me around him – we talked and laughed and kissed – and floated in this floaty content puddle of happy – as the fan blew onto our sweat covered bodies.

It was definitely one of those days that I could have stayed there all day – basking in the bliss we produced – buzzing of the high we gave each other from the energy we created – enjoying the giggles and the kisses and the love….

…..how did I get so lucky?!?