I know this isn't the usual fare. It's just something I needed to air. No poetry intended, just passion for my love. Thanks for your patience.
Her absence leaves a hole in my day. I never realized just how much I miss her until she is not here. It's that way with most things I suspect. How does the song go: You never know what you've got 'til it's gone? What I am beginning to realize also is just how empty my life was before we met.
It was just a chat. Nothing really supposed to happen is it? Just some harmless typing to try and get the other person as sexually frustrated as you are. Misery loves company, right? Then I met her. There was something different here. Oh I know, there always is, but the feeling I got from her was on a different level. We chatted casually on an almost daily basis for several days. No, definitely not supposed to be happening to an intelligent woman like me. I didn't even know what she looked like. No picture, just a vague description... hair color... .eyes...height... etc. How could anything at all develop from this?
Words are powerful things. Her words were filled with a passion and depth I had not seen in other people. They pierced my heart and attached themselves to my soul. This was even more surprising considering how inconsequential, even mundane, our conversations had been. Before I knew what had happened I was addicted to her presence. When she wasn't around, I was empty; a useless blob waiting to come to life again through the transfusion of her spirit to my soul. You never realize your own worthlessness until you see yourself in another; until you become aware of your own incompleteness by a chance meeting with your other self.
Of course we each had our own lives outside the online experience. Somehow I failed to realize this fully until she talked about her social life. She was dating, and she was dating a man. She had mentioned his shortcomings and I selfishly read into it what I wanted; that it was going to come to an end soon. I told her she shouldn't change her life for me at this point. After all, we had only chatted a few weeks. I didn't want to destroy something that would give her the happiness she deserved unless I was positive the road on which we were about to travel was what , in fact, we both wanted. It was my life's philosophy: Above all else, do no harm, Hippocrates I believe.
We talked for several weeks and it was time for virtual reality to become plain old look-them-in-the-eyes reality. We talked on the phone for about a month and made plans to meet. I flew out to see her and it was just as I had hoped. We hugged and kissed in the airport like long lost lovers. It was as natural to be with her as it was to breathe. She took me home and introduced me to her kids. I was totally enamored of them. I was home. This was what my life was supposed to be.
We all talked and laughed and had a wonderful "family time", and I was, for the first time in my life, excruciatingly happy. Time came for bed and we sent the kids off and stayed up talking and teasing and generally talking like we had online. It was all rather silly and we both realized that at the same moment.
We also realized just how intimate we had always been. Not that we had shared deep dark passion filled secrets, or that our chats had always been ones of sexual nature. Intimacy with your lover isn't defined by how erotic you make yourself, but in how completely abandoned you are in the other. It's how easily you talk to each other about the every day things. The kids personal difficulties at school or with unrequited love, how we pick out the best tomato, where we get our cars gassed up: The stupid strands that weave the fabric of life. That is true intimacy and that is what we shared.
She took me to her room and we undressed each other, taking turns and enjoying what we had always hoped we would. Finally the cloth barriers had melted away and we were who we were for each of us to appreciate fully.
We kissed, and as our breasts met for the first time, it sent shockwaves through us both. The experience was electrifying and profound. Lips and tongues played, danced, searched and explored with complete abandon. Our hands, tentatively, and then voraciously, toured each other. As we allowed ourselves to be swallowed up in the complete abandon of the moment, it was as if we had been transported to a time without time. Fingers touched, stimulated, pleased and pleased again. Tastes, aromas, textures blended in a cacophony of lustful pleasure as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Her pleasure was so complete, her body so sated, her every desire fulfilled she lay looking into my eyes with a love unparalleled. Nothing can compare with the absolute ecstasy one reaches when giving their all to their love.
We spent the next two days living for each other. Then, as with all good things, it had to end. We were sitting in the airport talking and holding hands. The call for my flight came over the intercom and as I got up to go we both began to tear up. As we hugged and kissed goodbye I was filled with once more with passion and desire. A wonderful feeling with which to part. I pray it grows from here.
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