It seems that my shelf life is rather short. I can go through months and months of flirting but, after 4-6 of more intimate contact, the chase is up. They have already had their fill. I must be like rice and potatoes.
Or maybe I’m really aggravating.
Further introspection leads me to realize, I’m decidedly feminine in nature. I moved into my own place recently and have slowly been collecting bits of furniture and decoration. It’s a lovely blend of all things that scream “woman”.
Tucker and I are quite enjoying our new space, though there seem to be more days than paycheck. Moving is so expensive! Deposits here and there and all the whatnot. But that’s a minor worry at this point. I’ve not been quite so at peace about coming home.
Currently the little fluff is running around looking for more dog treats. Since he is always hiding them from himself, it’s a perpetual egg hunt for both of us.
I’ve got loads of professional stuff going on, I’m now a main referral source for two major hospitals. It’s all dealing with infants and conditions they have at birth. I’m very happy about being able to help these munchkins. It appeases the part of my heart that still mourns for children I may never have.
I’ve been lost in this walking dream, about an encounter I had with someone recently. I could tell he was worried, anxiety and stress pushing beyond his skin. His handsome face lined with it. Once a week he comes to me and we share a few hours. His strong body more than an equal match for mine. But, this day in particular he was hungry, primal. Seeking an outlet.
It was the first time I had provided playful resistance. It ignited the animal he so carefully keeps in check. There were no cradling hugs or tender kisses as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from me. His tongue blazed hot trails across me, so demanding. When I was able to finally slide him into me, the heavy girth pleasantly stretching me, it wasn’t long after that I was yet again clinging to him.
The next half hour was a blur. Sensation is all I can remember. Overwhelming and wonderful.
Neither one of us had kept track of time, so we rushed to put our clothes on. In this I felt loss. The rush of parting. But! The encounter was so, satisfying. So completely wonderful.
It’s something I’ll hold onto for a while.