Philatelic sex talk

I mentioned a few weeks back that Rosie is learning the internet. This is because I recently upgraded my connection and now have a DSL connection - Digital Subscriber Line”, I found out that means. So instead of paying exorbitantly per minute, I now pay even more exorbitantly per month, but it'’s connected all the time (except when it’s not). Now there'’s no problem with Rosie and Claude using the internet, an activity I want to encourage anyway.

Rosie joined an online stamp collectors group, it has been a hobby of hers since she was a child. The interaction with group members has revived her interest in this hobby. Last night when it was time to go to bed, I undressed and crawled into the mosquito net, lying down on my back naked and hugging my knees (our bed is a mattress on the floor, we sleep without clothes and often without covers, as it’s very warm here at this time of year) and waiting for Rosie, who was squatting on the floor outside the net close to the fan, still with her skimpy shorts on, sorting some British stamps. I was eager for her to join me but she kept showing me stamps and asking whether the portrait was of Queen Victoria or Queen Elizabeth, King George V or George VI.

Eventually Rosie took off her shorts and joined me. While I started caressing her in the right places, handing her compliments on the tactile qualities of her body (it is extraordinarily sensuous to touch) her side of the sex talk was:
"“The silver Jubilee was in 1935, so did George VI start his reign in 1910?” "
"“That’s right.”"
"“Who was the first King of England?”"
"“Not sure, Rosie (It does feel delicious just here) - I remember there was a Queen Boudicca very early on: she was a warrior.” You have to remember England was very fragmented at that time, occupied by different tribes"
"“What was the first stamp?”"
"“Penny black, I think. (Your back view is so delightful!) Then there were penny reds, you cut them out of the sheet with scissors, they didn'’t have perforations.”"
Various questions along these lines took the place of moans of pleasure for the first fifteen minutes or so. Fifty years ago I would have been annoyed at this preoccupation with stamps when there were more important issues pressing, but nowadays I take it all much more lightly, even go along with it. As it happened, our love-making turned out excellent well, despite our last session having taken place only that afternoon. Rosie eventually excelled herself at the kind of vigorously lascivious and exciting movements she does so well and so instinctively, and ended up very well satisfied; and I was delighted with her, too. I am thinking of keeping a small album of stamps by the bedside.