July 25, 2024
My trip to see my MM is complete now. And I don’t feel devastated at least. I’m not sure what I feel. I may be holding it all down because it was such a good visit and I don’t want to ruin it with expectations I cannot have.
My train was four hours late getting into my station to pick me up. When your train is expected at 1:40 AM Thursday and it doesn’t get in until almost 6:00 AM, you just can’t sleep in between because you’re not exactly sure when it’s going to show up. When I left my house, it was on time. By the time I got to my station an hour and a half later, the train was an hour late. Then two hours, then three etc. etc. (After the full trip was completed I called Amtrak and got a $75 voucher.)
I did manage to nap a little bit during the trip, but it was maybe an hour to an hour and a half. The train engineer did manage to pick up an hour so I was only three hours late getting into the city. But still at work anyways so didn’t make much of a difference. But by the time I got an Uber he was at the hotel. This is the first time he actually had to wait for me.
Thursday night when I got in, let me rest a little bit and and brought me some food and drink. After I relaxed a bit we made love and I fell right asleep. It was so nice being in bed with him again. I loved waking up with him next to me. He left for work Friday morning, and I had planned on doing some sightseeing. However, I started getting really ill and ended up vomiting a bit and I was extremely dizzy. I figure I must’ve gotten some motion sickness on the train, but I’ve never had it before. I do remember though when we were making love I was getting up dizzy also. I ended up going to the drugstore and picking up some motion sickness pills which helped. But not enough. Later on I Instacart a different type, which combined really helped a lot. I am still a bit lightheaded, even though I don’t have the nausea anymore.
Friday I went to Rockefeller Center, which is where NBC network is located and in wintertime has the iconic ice-skating rink. Then I went to the Museum of Broadway which was a delight for me. That night, I went and saw “Tommy” (by The Who) which was closing that weekend, so I was very glad I got to see it. (I saw the film when I was very young and it really carved itself into my psyche.)
Saturday morning we woke up and made love again. Both times were more “normal” than we have ever had. (He didn’t know I was ill at that time but I told him later – he, however, was also experiencing stomach issues and was eating a lot of Pepto Bismol. It was still great sex and we both climaxed and had weak legs afterwards.
Then it was time to check out. We took a taxi to the train station and took it to where his truck was. Now this is where it starts to get “real”. Suddenly, I am riding in his truck with him at my side, eating dinner at a diner with him across from me. Wandering around a bookstore, waiting for the new hotel to open up. It was just so normal. It was just way too easy for me to picture us as husband and wife. And I’m sure anybody saw us together thought we were.
Truthfully, I never expected to have this kind of experience with him even though I wanted it for a long time. I never really expected to ride in his truck, even though he had mentioned it several times. I never really expected to have dinner out with him. Usually, he brings it into the room for us. I definitely never expected to just wander around with him, in his home territory.
Finally, we were able to check into the room and we just spent the rest of the day watching TV. Later he ordered pizza.
The next day, again it was great waking up next to him. We didn’t make love anymore that weekend, but I didn’t feel like I needed to. (I didn’t even really get any video for PH!) The time we spent together was intimate. We snacked in the morning and then drove about 45 minutes up to a casino and spent some time there. We ate lunch and then went back to the casino for a while. Neither one of us came out ahead, but we did have a couple winning streaks. Then we went back to the hotel. He did have to return home that night to catch up with his kids, but returned the next morning with breakfast for me. He shaved my armpits, as he had promised to do, and changed my clit hood jewelry (it kept hanging up in the other rings painfully.)
Then we were back in his truck and on the way to the light rail station so we could go to back to the city where he went to work and I waited for my train home.
There was a bit bittersweet watching him walk away. My heart was full and I was very happy. It’s just so easy to see us together.
As I said, I’m not really sure how I feel at the moment. Still on high, but not an extreme high but at least I’m not crying inside.
I’m trying to tell myself what will be, will be.
Morgan Destera 