A couple of days after that amazing tryst with the Terminator I was off to spend a couple of days with Mr. Jones. It had been almost a month since we had been able to have a weekend together and we were excited.
We talk and text everyday, sometimes Skype at night and when I have space in my schedule we spend a day together (he’s off work until June), but I always have to run home for my son. We hadn’t spend an entire night together in about a month.
We had all sorts of plans, places to go, drives to take etc. Within minutes of arriving at his place I was undressed (as was he) and we were curled up on the sofa watching movies, and caressing each other, in a state of bliss I’ve never experienced before. When he wrapped his arms around me I actually said, “God, I’m home, I’m home.” It’s like I have no peace until I’m warm and safe (and naked) in his arms.
We lay naked and spooning for a long time, in a state of contentment and bliss so profound it was practically transcendental. All we need or want is to be in each other’s arms, skin to skin. Our languorous arousal was constant but without urgency. We played with each other, satisfied each other and would return to our blissful embrace. This lasted all weekend. We didn’t get dressed until Monday, when I had to go back home.
After what happened last time with the toy I decided I wouldn’t use it again until we had worked out his issues with it. We would just play without it, and I would have to forgo penetration. It turned out to be the best decision because he was more relaxed, playful and after an amazing session gave me multiple orgasms using just two fingers (yes, he’s talented), then he slipped on a condom and fucked me into a coma. Wonderful. Ironic. Horny.
I really believe that everything happens for a reason, and I think that the reason Terminator and J. are both in my life at the same time is so that I can see clearly for the first time, the difference between a real relationship and…whatever the thing with Terminator is, which is my pattern.
Mr. Jones and I are slowly falling deeply in love, and for the first time I know what that looks like and feels like, and its beautiful. Every day I’m more positive that Terminator and I will end in three months (this year is flying by), without regrets. Well maybe a little regret. But ending it won’t be painful, because I’m giving him up for something wonderful.
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