Alot of you have asked how me and my husband met. So I thought I would post a blog about it.
We met under rather special circumstances and not really the ordinary way, or place, of meeting someone. We met at a so-called cold bath house.
A cold bath house are often located by the sea or a lake with direct access to the water from the sauna. And I used to visit this cold bath house about once a week all year around, meaning I take dips in the sea even during the icecold winter time. Usually you have seperate saunas for Women and Men but also mixed.
And it was during one of my many visits in the mixed sauna I met him for the very first time. And I might add, in a cold bath house every one is naked, no swimwear are allowed.
It was a freezing January evening and I had just taken my first dip in the sea and entered the sauna when our eyes met for the first time. He was sitting on the first bench row in the sauna and it felt like I stood there for several seconds just admiring his beautiful body, sculpted like a greek statue to perfection and I was totally physically seduced by him.
I remember feeling so embarrassed when I realized that both he and the others in the sauna probably noticed that I couldn't take my eyes off him. And I took a couple of quick steps onto the sauna bench and sat down second to the top and tried to hide myself and my thoughts.
Weeks passed and after each time I saw him in the sauna I couldnt help myself having sexual fantasies about him. I had a recurring fantasy of meeting him in the sauna, just like the first time I saw him, but just him and me in the sauna. I walk up to him and I run my fingers through his hair, we kiss and end up having sex on the bench.
But I felt wierd for making these sexual fantasies about him. I had never before felt such strong desire and longing for someone based solely on a body without knowing anything about the person. Not to mention the absolutely incredible size between his legs that completely changed my perspective on what I thought was physically possible size-wise.
At this point, however, I was still with my ex-boyfriend. But our relationship was in serious donwfall and it was only a matter of time before we would break up. Another thing, which began to spin in my mind, was how on earth I could make a natural and smooth contact with him without coming across as a complete freak. A cold bathhouse is for relaxation for body and mind, not a place where you hook up with someone for a date. I began making up all kinds of scenarios in my mind how we finally would break the silence and start a conversation.
It would take almost two months before we said anything to each other. And what broke the silence between us was when he asked me if I knew the temperature of the water, because the thermometer that showed today's sea temperature was broken, and unfortunately I had no idea. But finally we began making small talk with each other, which was a big step forward from my point of view.
I began going to the sauna more often from once a week to two and sometimes three times a week. The initial sexual desire I had for him slowly turned into pure curiosity and attraction to his personality. I wasn't looking for a casual sexual adventure, but rather a deeper connection that I somehow felt he could provide.
The months passed and I broke up with my boyfriend which felt wonderful for many reasons. And at this point I was seeing my future Husband routinely every Sunday in the sauna. Our conversations got deeper and I even told him about my break up. I was ready for the next step and was hoping for him to ask me out for a date, and during one of our many meetings in the sauna he suggested that next time he would bring coffee and freshly baked buns for me and him. And I took his offer as a date.
We took things slowly, he also has an introverted personality just like me, so I understood that he too needed time to get to know each other before we took the next step. A little more than a year passed since we first met, and he asked me out on a "real" date. Up until now I had only seen him naked and it was funny to see him fully clothed for a change.
He took me to a new hotel in town all the way up to the elegant lounge for a drink and then out to a restaurant for something to eat. I don't really know why but I was so nervous, maybe it was because we had left our sanctuary behind for the first time. Now we were out in public and I felt more naked than in the sauna where we had been meeting for over a year. But the date went great and he walked me home and we had our first kiss. I so wanted him to follow me up to the apartment but I couldnt, I wanted it all to feel special and not risk anything.
Things got serious and I was veey happy!
We met under rather special circumstances and not really the ordinary way, or place, of meeting someone. We met at a so-called cold bath house.
A cold bath house are often located by the sea or a lake with direct access to the water from the sauna. And I used to visit this cold bath house about once a week all year around, meaning I take dips in the sea even during the icecold winter time. Usually you have seperate saunas for Women and Men but also mixed.
And it was during one of my many visits in the mixed sauna I met him for the very first time. And I might add, in a cold bath house every one is naked, no swimwear are allowed.
It was a freezing January evening and I had just taken my first dip in the sea and entered the sauna when our eyes met for the first time. He was sitting on the first bench row in the sauna and it felt like I stood there for several seconds just admiring his beautiful body, sculpted like a greek statue to perfection and I was totally physically seduced by him.
I remember feeling so embarrassed when I realized that both he and the others in the sauna probably noticed that I couldn't take my eyes off him. And I took a couple of quick steps onto the sauna bench and sat down second to the top and tried to hide myself and my thoughts.
Weeks passed and after each time I saw him in the sauna I couldnt help myself having sexual fantasies about him. I had a recurring fantasy of meeting him in the sauna, just like the first time I saw him, but just him and me in the sauna. I walk up to him and I run my fingers through his hair, we kiss and end up having sex on the bench.
But I felt wierd for making these sexual fantasies about him. I had never before felt such strong desire and longing for someone based solely on a body without knowing anything about the person. Not to mention the absolutely incredible size between his legs that completely changed my perspective on what I thought was physically possible size-wise.
At this point, however, I was still with my ex-boyfriend. But our relationship was in serious donwfall and it was only a matter of time before we would break up. Another thing, which began to spin in my mind, was how on earth I could make a natural and smooth contact with him without coming across as a complete freak. A cold bathhouse is for relaxation for body and mind, not a place where you hook up with someone for a date. I began making up all kinds of scenarios in my mind how we finally would break the silence and start a conversation.
It would take almost two months before we said anything to each other. And what broke the silence between us was when he asked me if I knew the temperature of the water, because the thermometer that showed today's sea temperature was broken, and unfortunately I had no idea. But finally we began making small talk with each other, which was a big step forward from my point of view.
I began going to the sauna more often from once a week to two and sometimes three times a week. The initial sexual desire I had for him slowly turned into pure curiosity and attraction to his personality. I wasn't looking for a casual sexual adventure, but rather a deeper connection that I somehow felt he could provide.
The months passed and I broke up with my boyfriend which felt wonderful for many reasons. And at this point I was seeing my future Husband routinely every Sunday in the sauna. Our conversations got deeper and I even told him about my break up. I was ready for the next step and was hoping for him to ask me out for a date, and during one of our many meetings in the sauna he suggested that next time he would bring coffee and freshly baked buns for me and him. And I took his offer as a date.
We took things slowly, he also has an introverted personality just like me, so I understood that he too needed time to get to know each other before we took the next step. A little more than a year passed since we first met, and he asked me out on a "real" date. Up until now I had only seen him naked and it was funny to see him fully clothed for a change.
He took me to a new hotel in town all the way up to the elegant lounge for a drink and then out to a restaurant for something to eat. I don't really know why but I was so nervous, maybe it was because we had left our sanctuary behind for the first time. Now we were out in public and I felt more naked than in the sauna where we had been meeting for over a year. But the date went great and he walked me home and we had our first kiss. I so wanted him to follow me up to the apartment but I couldnt, I wanted it all to feel special and not risk anything.
Things got serious and I was veey happy!
