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WARNING – This post is about sex. 

We took a workshop at an ‘adult’ club in ‘sensual sensory
deprivation.‘  Welcome to marriage after the first decade.  When David mentioned it, I immediately imagined a water tank in the dark in
complete silence, basically like being trapped alive in a box, pretty much my ultimate nightmare, but with the added horrifying element of being in the water.  But I was willing to
give it a whirl.  What the hell, right?

It turns out
‘sensual sensory deprivation?’ Was blindfolding.  Okay, so David and I have been married for
almost 15 years.  I’m pretty sure that we tried blindfolding each other the 3rd
weekend we spent together.  And yet, when the
instructor, Mistress… Suitably Clever/Slightly Scary name asked who had experimented with blindfolding, in this room of 20 couples,  maybe 4 sets of
hands went up.  I was baffled.  I mean really, truth be told, we were at what was pretty much a swingers’ club.  Couples were mostly there to hook up with each other.  David and I?  Were there for the workshop.  And to swim naked in a heated pool.  I mean, why not?  We were there already and had 1/2 an hour to kill before the workshop.   Sure, I’d accepted a shot of single malt scotch from another couple, but I was really doing that just being polite.

So when only 4 couples sheepishly admitted to having blindfolded each other – it struck me as odd.  These couples went to a swingers’ club to hook up with other couples before they tried blindfolding.  Sex with strangers before blindfolding.  And blindfolding, if we’re being honest, is really the most benign of sexual kinks.  I know, because I know stuff.  I have read A LOT…  REALLY. A. LOT.  I knew about stuff long before there were 50 Shades of Grey.  But here I was feeling like part of the most worldly couple in the room because, not only had we done blindfolding, but we’d done sensual massage  (isn’t that really just lead up to sex anyway?), and found interesting uses for silk scarves.  I know. I know.  Too much information… but I just thought it was weird.  Don’t you think it was weird?  I always figured that marriage was about a couple figuring out together ways to spice things up – you know as a couple.   No third, fourth or fifth parties, no barn animals.   You pick up one of those books that suggests newfangled sexual positions, you blindfold each other, buy some edible underwear and you’re good to go.  Right?  Am I too old-fashioned?