We had such a wonderful couple of days. From the hot cab ride with
hungry first passionate moments to the first exquisite thrust of you inside me.
From long oral sessions to the long relaxing walks through town.
Efficient toy purchases to efficient use of time together. Making each
other weak in the body but strong in the heart. I don’t know that I’ll
ever erase the memories that we made together on this trip.
I’ve had a few tears on and off this morning. I know that I’ll see you
soon and that
I have to start focusing on what is ahead of me. I know what I should be doing.
But what I want to do is to sleep the day away with you beside me.
Maybe grab a workout. Blog. Sleep again. Shower. Though I was fucked
out, I wasn’t FBT’d out. I can still smell you. Feel your presence.
See your exhausted smile.
I know it was time to go…back to our lives. And I will. But I think
that if you come to mind on my trip home, I’m going to allow
myself to feel this way. When I get off the plane, I will be back to
who I am. But for now, I’m your your fucktoy, your friend, your
partner in crime, your playmate. Your lover.
I love you so much.