"The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate."

As I celebrate my birthday these words from Oprah Winfrey resonate. I celebrated 37 years old as of Monday. Yes 37 years old! The waiter at my birthday dinner carded me when I ordered my cocktail. He glanced at the birthdate, then back at me, and back again to the ID this time incredulously and finally asked, "What's your secret?"

I think the uncensored answer to his question was too x-rated for polite dinner conversation. Instead I responded with a wink, a smirk, a shrug, and a giggle. "I celebrate every day."

This year the celebration started early. A week before the big day I meet him out on the town at a favorite spot of ours. An intimate place where we lubricate each other through our tastebuds, liquor, stolen caresses, good conversation. As he settles the bill and leads me out of the restaurant with his hand gently rested in the small of my back he can sense there is still a hunger. We planned for this but it still felt surreal. The taxi wasn't going to my place or his hotel. We pull up to an unmarked door, mysterious as it is tantalizing, an adult playground called Oasis on Toronto's east-side. The night had just begun...

Flash forward to a few days later. I'm cuddled up with an old friend marathoning Netflix, catching up after a long absence, teasing underneath the sheets, getting lost in each other's eyes and the lavishness of our kisses...

And then to a few days later when he has me instruct him to take me to several upscale boutiques. With a subtlety to our kink we interplay in the eroticism of the material world. He strokes my foot while slipping on a heeled shoe for my appraisal of its worthiness, we adorn my body with glimmer and lace, all in preparation...  

On the eve of my birthday he let me take him on his back, with his knees up in the air, raising his body toward me in complete submission. I am plunging deeper and deeper inside of him, losing control. He tells me he will take it all so I grab him by the hair and give him all of me to the tune of his helplessly ecstatic moans...

Finally, on my birthday, I am the one at the mercy of our fantasy. We planted the seed last time we saw each other and have been building the anticipation ever since. We talked about every dirty detail, our boundaries, the nature of our desires. My patience is spent. By the time he arrives I'm throbbing but he pushes my lust even farther as he sets me on a chair with a glass of wine and tells me to wait quietly as our other friends arrive to join our game... 

I am a believer that the more we celebrate the more there is to celebrate. Let's make the entire month of April a birthday celebration. Perhaps you would like to share in my secret for eternal youth?

~Asha