As much as I obsess over planning special things for my man and I to share together, sometimes life can just happen on its own and you have to be ready to grab it by the horns and be spontaneous. Planning things has its ups and downs. It allows you to be prepared and in charge of the situation — completely in control. On the other hand, you will develop an ideal vision of how everything will go down, which can often be impossible to achieve in real life, thus, leaving you with a bit of disappointment. Working on the fly forces you to let go of the reigns and go with the flow. Scared? I know I was. At least up until yesterday when life happened before my eyes and became magical without any prior badass scheming.
Okay, I lied a little bit: It actually did start with a plan. I planned a outing to grab Subway and picnic at a park nearby followed by trying our hands at tennis. I can’t resist planning. BUT the unexpected heat of the sun in combination with a lot of running after balls since we are both actually quite terrible at tennis cut our tennis time short (see how sometimes things do not go as perfectly as planned?). My husband suggested we stop and go check out what is beyond the tennis courts. I had an inkling that he wanted more than to just check out a big empty field next to the woods. We came across a baseball field and suddenly the thought hits me…
I drop my tennis racket, water bottle, and iPhone and say “Come here!” I run to first base while he quickly puts two and two together. We both stand on first base and kiss. We proceed to walk together to second base where he feels me up and french kisses me. As we stroll over to third base we both look around to make sure the coast is clear (thankfully everyone else in town realized it was too hot to go to the park today). The second we hit third base he shoves his hand down my pants and starts finger banging me. Once his hand comes out, I get on my knees to pull his gym shorts down and put his dick in my mouth for a quick couple of head bobs thinking “This is actually happening.” We make our way to home base. When we reach the base, we walk over it and he leads me into the woods and we complete our “Home Run.”
I could have never planned something that poetic and spontaneous. And if I had planned it, it wouldn’t be spontaneous at all. The whole thing was wild and exhilarating and definitely something I suggest all of you start getting out there in the world to see where it takes you. Be on the lookout for opportunities to be mischievous and daring with your significant other. It will be a crazy memory that the two of you share. Plus, working on the fly eliminates any stress involved with planning a special moment. It just… happens.