One more week
“It’s six am in Central Europe,” he said, “early enough for a leisurely fuck before I go to work.” Yes, my love, but I am here and you are there and it will be one more week before we touch like that if things keep going like they are.
Tonight Granny started a fire for me out in the computer room thinking I would go out there to work on the thing-that-shall-not-be-mentioned (way-overdue writing for the degree that shall not be named). What do I do? Spread out an afgan by the wood stove, stack some pillows, access the garage next door to retrieve the toys I left in storage for my GMT +1 hiatus, and proceeded to stick things inside me that haven’t seen my tender parts in months. A little thrilling, a little shameful. Had to pull the shade on the far side of the room so the neighbors wouldn’t see, and checked the view from the cabin so Granny wouldn’t get a heart attack. I’m really desperate to take the toys inside, especially the vibrating butt plug, but afraid of the noise it will make, not to mention that the floors reverberate whenever I pull out the little purple bunny vibe. Maybe tomorrow, while she’s at church…
Things are desperate here. I thought I would see him on Thursday, but it never happened. I thought maybe Monday would work, but again, no. Hopefully something will come up, so that he can have an excuse to escape and see me. We both have too much work before we return but I’m aching to be with him. Having fantasies of getting loose on red wine and hole-in-the-wall Thai, and then screwing myself down on his cock. I’m dying to lean over him, trace my nipples over his chest, and lick his mouth like it is the most succulent pussy in the world. I want to see the expression on his face after he slaps me, feel his grip on my tits, his fingers in my mouth. I have little desire for others, but the mustachioed neighbor is creeping into my fantasy world. Sometimes I think I can hold out forever and sometimes I can’t wait another day.
Eating too much: High desert sushi
Drinking too much: black tea, milk and sugar
Reading too much: the Sibley Guide to Birds
Fucking too much: no! not at all!
Today he told his children he is getting a divorce. The response was a bit peculiar.
