17th Wedding Anniversary!
Two days after the Speakeasy Seder, we threw a little 17th Wedding Anniversary party around RadioSuzy1. If you weren’t invited, don’t be mad. It wasn’t a big thing like our 16th, just a small private gathering towards the end of our long Freedom Party Weekend, celebrating Max’s newfound liberty and our long-term love affair.
Nothing extraordinary happened, and considering our recent adventures, we had no need for the extraordinary. Of course, just being here at the Speakeasy is pretty extraordinary for Max after 9 wacko months at the Twin Towers Hotel and six bonus weeks in picaresque Delano where he was “processed” like human cheese. Surrounded by friends and supporters, great libations from Agwa, Agavero, Absente Absinthe (do all the coolest drinks begin with the letter A?), we were in heaven. At 11 pm, a bunch of us went into the RadioSuzy1 Studio while others hung out in the Speakeasy Bar, and did a great 17th Wedding Anniversary Show, which besides being a celebration of love and freedom, kicks off with a caller’s riveting mommy-son sex drama.
After the show, Max and I floated around and about the Speakeasy, like the Bohemian Power Couple that we sometimes are, when one of us isn’t being abducted by Sheriffs or strung out on life support. Saturday gave way to Easter Sunday morning, and we felt the miracle of resurrection rising up within. It was great to see Max embracing friends he hadn’t touched in almost a year of Kafkaesque drama. What a Happy Ending to a horror story.
Then there was the spanking. I look upon any celebration, not just birthdays, as an opportunity for spanking, as you can see by perusing most of my other celebratory bloggamies. So on my 17th wedding anniversary, I spanked and was spanked by three sexy ladies, porn starlet newcomers Laci Laine and Lily Lovely, as well as the return of the fabulous April Flores, a.k.a. Fatty Delicious, and oh my, is she!
Appropriate to the occasion, I used a new leather paddle, given to me by a telephone sex therapy client, inscribed with the word LOVE spelled backwards so that it would imprint LOVE on the victim’s derriere. And it actually did! Sort of. Well, imprinted the letters OVE with a squiggle in front. Still, it was fun to turn my guests’ asses into a wedding anniversary greeting. Beats Hallmark, literally.
As I look over the photos in the membership area, I wonder: What am I, a mature married professional woman doing spanking and being spanked by topless porn stars on my 17th wedding anniversary? And I guess the only true answer is: having a blast.
And there’s nothing like Twitter to remind you of what you were feeling while an event was actually happening, and during the night, I twittered stuff like “Awesome 17th Anniversary Bacchanal! #Sex! Porn Stars! Professors! Perversion! Friends! #Love” and “life is so blissfully good <3” Then “Enough show, enough partying, enough foreplay w/ porn stars, enough bacon, enough tweeting! Time to hump the husband…” Then finally from bed: “Just had one of my deepest orgasms in 17 years.”
Thus marks another great year – even though we were separated by a prison wall through most of it – for me and Max.