Received text from G on Tuesday....just landed from Chicago...and how was I?
I was delighted...not expecting him back for another few days.
We arranged a super-spontaneous meet the next day...just not planned but arranged very short notice...
Feels weird really as was enjoying the lack of pressure...he was away, but he was still mine...but no pressure...desperately need him to kiss me, hold me, caress me...whisper many many things and then completely satisfy me.
Our favourite room was booked up...so we had another. Left my marital home ..no guilt...none...drove and arrived. The route is so familiar now, the motorway, the junction, the hotel, the corridor, the stairs...
His arms around me, a smile, a giggle, a kiss, another kiss, just closeness and warmness and intensity....
'Let me look at you...'
'Let me look at you...'
'Let me look at you....'
I know he has already showered and brushed his teeth!!! So clean smells so good!!! I cannot stand still as he kisses me and holds me and kisses some more.
' I have ordered supper for you...hope you like smoked salmon?'
The bottle of red and supper interrupt our embrace. The Merlot is poured ...room service finally leaves...we need our precious time. Every moment.
'Would you like to eat?'
I smile very slowly and glance upwards smiling more...
'Very much,' I reply...
Leaving so late...and the drive home in the darkness feeling so complete and so content.
Later, falling into bed...next to the still, silent, asexual husband...I breathe in the sexy scent still on my body...seeping out.
Eyes closed, I smile and breathe. I can live some more now, and not feel so trapped, so suffocated. My sleep phobia does not exist tonight; I have had my fix. I am placated. Till next time...till then.