I’ve recently become a retired man which means diddly squat to my wife who is not .
Still a couple of years away from retirement herself the wife continues on in gainful self employment cleaning houses and condos with little compunction of “requesting ” the free labor I might be able to provide regardless that it may be under duress . Fact is , some of her clients are very nice and I find helping the wife a fine opportunity to meet up with them again . But I shan’t write that here as it’s very likely to be used against me whenever she requires help in the future .
I have an old habit brought about from very early childhood , actually it might be construed by now as possibly some kind of fetish . It started when the first pillow in my memory was a feather pillow and every night I would tussle and feel around until I caught the end of a quill and would pull that feather through the cloth and use it to tickle myself to sleep .
Today as I mournfully helped the wife I fluffed up some cushions on a sofa when suddenly I felt that long past familiar feel of a point protruding through the fabric . My God, the cushions were stuffed with feathers and I found myself instantly fishing for that feather until rewarded with success . Having pulled that feather out into the daylight while the wife was busy elsewhere I indulged , if only for a moment , the ecstasy of slowly running that feather back and forth just below the eyebrow to bring me back to not only my childhood but much later in life as well.
I used to fish trout in cold water northern streams and I thought about that as played with that feather in front of someone else’s sofa today . Many a winters evening was spent hand tying trout flies for the coming spring and on many an occasion found myself enraptured by the wondrous feel that could be provided by wood duck or golden pheasant . Sometimes I felt my dry flies even floated better on the surface of the water due to the natural oils of my skin …
Oddly I have a much younger brother who shares the same indulgences of feathers as I . Thing is that pillows were foam by the time he came to be so I have to believe his feather fantasies aren’t quite the same as mine . I’m thinking his fetish is in all likelihood , a perversion …
