Does Art imitate Life or Life Art?

This weekend hubby and I spent the night enjoying each other and the spark that we have reignited between us. We had to travel for a while to get to a town that is special in many ways to both of us. We celebrated a decision we both made decades ago and how our lives had changed.

We celebrated the change in our sex life from a few years ago. We may no longer enjoy the bodies of our youth but we are more comfortable in our own skin and know better how to use it for our pleasure. We have educated ourselves and have discovered new ways to pleasure each other.

We are more open sexually and between us have decided that nothing is right or wrong unless it hurts beyond what the person finds pleasurable. Neither of us are pain sluts. However, we both understand that some pain can become pleasure; at other times, it is just pain that requires a shift in positions.

We were experimental and conventional and some times both in the same round of sex. My husband commented on all the positions and types of sex we now enjoy. We do not hestistate to use toys, lubes, and other sexual aids as needed or desired. The orgasms were plentiful and many. We have learned to pace our selves. I have found that if he is tired his cock does not get as hard. Exhaustion will lead to a failure of the meds to assist with the erection. So I give him time to sleep and rest in between play times that require exertion. Alcohol moderation and eating lite have been lessons learned from experience. If a position or sex move did not provide as much pleasure as we desired we moved on to the next. In the past one of us would get angry or frustrated when something went wrong or did not result in the desired pleasure now we just keep trying other stuff till we get there. We practice sex and hygiene in a way that safe guards our health learning the hard way that it is not worth the orgasm if you spend the next week sick with a UTI or E Coli intestinal infection. I make sure we have plenty , wipes, hand sanitizer, gloves, condoms, and toy cleaner in our toy chest ( a tool bag that looks like a handbag with interior pockets for bottles of lube, massage oil, body paint, essential oils, etc.) before we leave.

We planned as part our celebration to go to a art museum and enjoy a beautiful park in which surrounds it. It was an unexpected surprise to find on a morning that found me bound in Japanese rope around my breasts and torso , to see a sculpture in one of the exhibits also bound in ropes around her breasts and torso. The sculpture "Venus Restored" was done by Man Ray 1936/1971 (pictured above). There were photos and paintings in the exhibition by many surreal artists some of them illustrating creatively the positions we were in just a couple hours before. Some were positions I hope to never be in and a few were quite extreme. I seem to appreciate the exhibit more than hubby who is less abstract. His comment to me was that men have been talking women out of their clothes for centuries to get the erotic thrill of posing them with art being the excuse. I beg to differ and would have argued. But he was the one that suggested we travel and visit this museum. I was not going to get mad at his comment. I just smiled and went into his arms discreetly kissed and squeezed his cock in a way that others did not notice. He was more appreciative of the art as artistic work in other areas of the building. I was disappointed that the paintings I went to see were on loan to another museum and not available for viewing. However, I found the above collection of "Desire" very interesting. The historical notations of the experiment with love, eroticism, fetish, magic, photography, painting, and sculpture by artists dating back to the 1920's and 1930's to be very enlightening. I do not remember this art being covered in my art history class. The park was wonderful and beautiful.

We had a very romantic day and enjoyed each other more later . It has been an erotic, orgasmic, and romantic weekend. We enjoyed it so much we are now going to plan more such weekend...mmmm... Why celebrate on only one weekend?????