“You look cute,” my spouse said, in his mildly provocative way.
“O yeah?” I asked, opening my legs a little wider. I was lying in bed stark naked, writing. Usually I wear underwear.
“Yeah,” he said.
“That cute is for you,” I said. I’m glad he enjoys my vulva.
He was naked too, fresh out of the shower, drying off. He came to the bed and climbed on me.
“Mmmm,” I said.
He kissed my tummy. I paid half-attention as I continued writing. He kissed the lump of fat right above my belly button. He kissed my belly button itself.
Then he moved down and kissed my dantian, an important energy center of my body pertaining to chi. It’s at that lump of fat place about two inches below my belly button. Wow–yes. Then I really paid attention. I put down what I was doing.
“Ahh,” I said. “God, that feels good. I love it when you kiss me there.”
He kissed me there more.
“Feels like you just fucked me,” I said. “Ah, that’s the best feeling in the world. The just-fucked feeling.”
It’s been our tradition for some years that after my spouse fucks me, he kisses my tummy. Those strong associations of cherished safety matter to me. I feel honored, like the most fortunate person in the world.
He thinks I’m cute, beautiful, sexy, easy to love, easy to slide into. He lets me be who I am and cherishes that vulnerable strong Nest he helps build every day.
The dantian is where I touch when I go to sleep. I put one hand on my dantian / womb / bladder / abdomen area, and one hand on my forehead.
I like to hold my uterus lovingly in my right hand, as I rub my third eye in a small circle with my left hand. That way I calm myself down and ease into dream world as best I can. Watching my thoughts go sideways, I let my body rest deeper and deeper until I wake up needing to pee a bit later. Then I do it again.
This is a way I care for myself and offer myself unconditional love. Is that weird to admit? However I am is ok. How do you fall asleep?