Confessions of a libra

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28.05.25

Life isn’t always meant to be consumed. Sometimes it’s meant to be savoured, slowly and deliciously. It’s hard to remember when you have an underlying saviour complex stemming from feeling responsible for propelling the evolution of man-kind. You know how it is, all in a day’s work. I arrived home after a long day. It started with an early morning meeting with my editor, then I had to drive two hours away for a talk. Of course being me, I helped with the setup then stayed afterwards to congregate with some of the women I met. In reality, I overextended myself because I had so much fun. It only hit me in the car on the drive home. I blasted some alternative rock to keep my spirit alive until I arrived home.

I entered the house to a delicious smell. In the kitchen, washing the dishes was Mike, with his sleeves rolled up. His back looked particular scrumptious from this angle. I allowed myself a moment to just absorb him in his element, and felt some of the worry from my day melting away.

“That smells divine whatever that is,” I spoke projecting my volume over the sound of the tap.

He turned around dramatically and his whole being lit up upon seeing me. It melted my heart.

“You’re home! I’m making some mushroom risotto but it won’t be done for another 20 minutes, is that okay?” He asked in earnest.

“Yes, of course my love!”

He wiped his hands on the towel and rushed to take me into his arms. With a hand holding the back of my neck, he anchored me into his kiss. His lips were warm, soft and addictive. More layers of protection, masking and compartmentalising seemed to dissolve from my very cells. I felt so lucky in Mike’s arms, as always. We pulled apart.

“Caelum is on his way home early today as well so he should be here right about now,” Mike said while squinting at his watch.

Suspicion gripped me, “Home early? Why? Isn’t that unusual?”

“We planned this at the start of last week, it’s not inconveniencing anyone. Scout’s honour.” Mike said in a slight chuckle.

I would have argued, if it didn’t hit me right then that I need to get out of my heels and wear something comfortable immediately.

“I’m heading upstairs, I need to shower and change.” I announced. Not waiting for a response, I left.

I was sitting on the bed on my phone, half undressed. Instead I had my blouse off but my pencil skirt on. My heels were neatly stacked to the left of me and I scrolled restlessly, while counting down on my shower. I heard Caelum downstairs, but then it was eerily quiet for a bit. Minding the business that paid me, I stayed locked into my device. Internally coaching myself about how I need to have better restraint with people because I absorb so much energy! They walked in light-footed and open hearted, grins wide as anything. Caelum was unsuccessfully hiding a bouquet of flowers, and Mike was also holding something but it was better obscured by his body.

“We’ve blocked out the rest of the day, to do some selfcare. Is that okay?” Caelum asked sincerely.

My heart burst out of its chest in affection. Sometimes even an Emperor needed to be seen for the man behind the throne. I felt like I was being seen, known and cherished. I thanked my lucky stars and held back tears while I nodded my approval. They descended upon me in a flurry of hugs, presents and kisses. Before long, I was being expertly undressed by one man while other ran a bath. They said no showers for today, that’s too ordinary. I couldn’t agree more.

We couldn’t all fit in the tub but Mike sat behind me and massaged my head. Mike was the most attuned to the weight that my physical head carried. As such he took it upon himself to give me regular massaged and he was learning to braid my hair to make it quicker for me. He knows I hate paying people to do my hair and he offered as an act of devotion. And my tresses were flourishing under his consistent care. It felt good to forget some steps in my compendium of life’s responsibilities.

Caelum sat on a stool outside the bath and spent his time softly bathing me. I kept my eyes closed and just felt the energy that they were giving to me. We spoke and often they made me laugh. Soon, I was being wrapped in towels in a burrito and lifted back to the bed. Caelum laid me down so gently it choked me up. A gentle reminder that life doesn’t have to be hard, especially when you spend it with people who genuinely have your best interest at heart.

I shirked the towels off and cuddled up with Mike behind me. I wiggled my bum right into his crotch as I settled in. He moved my coils to the side and started kissing the back of my neck. My body fired off the remaining cylinders to arousal. The back of my neck was particularly sensitive, so he knew what he was doing.

I threw my leg over Caelum and he slid his hand up and down my thigh. The pacing was slow and decadent. Caelum brought my lips to his with a handful of butt cheek secured in his hand. The moan that escaped me was a helpless plea. Maybe life is delicious and worth living. Maybe the answer we all seek is surrender and worship.