After 10 Months

July 24, 2025

It’s been 10 months since I’ve last seen my guy. We had two cancellations in the process.  I was supposed to see him in January but his W fell off of a stool and broke her leg severely and basically he had to take care of her for several weeks until she was a little bit more mobile. Then in May we were supposed to meet again, however, projects got in the way.

But now it’s July and it seems like we always have a July date. Maybe it’s a “this time next year” situation, but we always hope see each other before that. Plus, we are in constant contact.

The time couldn’t pass fast enough. The train couldn’t go fast enough.  But I must say this is the first time I haven’t had a delay going to there since the very first time I went. Which is great because we were both so anxious it was ridiculous.

When I finally got to the room, he allowed me just about enough time to put my bags down before he basically attacked me. He was groping me and kissing me fully. Of course I responded in kind. All I know is that I had an orgasm within the first five minutes of entering the room.

He was already naked when I got there which saved some time, but I was fully closed so he pulled off my shorts, but kept my panties on because he loves panties. He rubbed me through them and even sucked me through them. His hands groped me and ran all over. Especially seem to enjoy my belly this time. He played with it almost constantly – just kneading it and grabbing handfuls of it and rubbing his hands over it. My breasts also got a lot of attention and I came home with several large bruises on both of them.

I really can’t remember in what order everything happened. But I know I was squirting and pissing all over the place, and he was sucking it up and licking and probing, and he had hisf cock in and out of me so many times. He had his hand in there too really desperately trying to fist me, but I don’t think he got all the way in. I think he got four fingers in, but that was about the extent of it. I don’t think he’ll ever be able to get all five into my pussy – I think I’m just too small for that. However, my ass is another story. I think with a lot of work we could do it but we need more time. I know he spanked my ass a few times, which I loved.

It was really a great night. After several (hundred) orgasms he let me rest and he just held me, which is something he normally does not do. I was in bliss. I mean, that’s all I ever really wanted. I haven’t felt so secure and happy in years I felt loved. I felt adored. And then he attacked me again.

He finally came and we just held each other panting afterwards.

Again, that’s what all I really wanted. We did talk about cuddling a few weeks ago and I told him I understood that that’s not something he really likes to do or feels comfortable with. He said he wouldn’t mind it. And he showed me that this time. Maybe he’s touch-starved… maybe he’s ME-starved…

Even in the morning, we just held each other –  and groped each other in the process. But it was nice to be able to feel him pressed up next to me, knowing that he wasn’t going to roll away. Not that he ever did roll away but sometimes it just felt like there was a wall there between us. And I’m sure it’s just the way I interpret things. But even with that wall there, we were still very close. But now I feel we are even closer. As close as we can get without being Mr. and Mrs.

Damn, it’s all I ever want from him. Just his presence in my life. 

And maybe the fact that we weren’t recording video or even taking pictures this whole time. I felt that this was our own little realm. There is no one else looking in on us. We could just be ourselves. I wouldn’t have to block him out in order to upload it. It was just he and I.

The day I left, we also did some cuddling and gave him a big blowjob before he just ravaged me again. My legs straight in the air up his chest, his hands under my hips, holding me up as he slammed hard into me. It didn’t take long and we were both climaxing. My pussy and ass are still raw from all of it.

“You’re sending me to work tired again,” he teased.

And unfortunately, he had to go. He showered dressed, and I rubbed his back a bit and give him a kiss. And then it was time. 

It’s always so hard to leave. I’m to the point now where I can walk out and not look back, but I always want to. I always just want to stay, but I know I can’t. I just hope someday he’ll come to the realization that we are much happier together than we are apart. I think he knows that but he just can’t do anything about it. I don’t think it’s a won’t do anything about it at this point – I think it’s a can’t. 

He knows I’m there for him. He knows I love him. That’s what matters.

And unfortunately, for the next 12 weeks he does not have a day off due to a HUGE project at his job. This has been coming for a while and he warned me about it months ago. He did tell me he will take a couple personal days during that time and I told him he better. But he knows I’m there for him and I will send him “motivation.”

I worry about him.