He came back with comics. Everything that had happened the night before seemed to drop away to nothing. Tales of zombies, foul language and irreverancy. Tales that keep me going through the days.
Everything faded to the background. Nothing else mattered. But he had to leave again after. I was bummed, but it was the way of things.
Entrances and exits.
He lights the stage and disappears. It’s his job. No wonder he does it so well.
I guess I’m easy to please… in some ways. All day yesterday I waited patiently. Impatiently. This weekend’s “plans” turned into a lot of me waiting around for him. I’d not gone out on
- a date with a pornstar with “a little following”
- drinks with friends
- date 3 at “our bar”
Well, time is a priority. This weekend will not occur again. He was warned. Nay, instructed. He apologized emphatically.
When he finally came by, it was another comic book.. and handcuffs. Add some hot wax, and well, all was forgiven if only for a moment.
- A school girl outfit.
- Hands pinned down
He was to be punished. Only to watch. Temptation at its finest.
The next time we go to a sex shop- as we did this weekend-there are more rations to be bought. A checklist of sorts. My vanity feels a bit empty with what’s in there currently. The ropes bid company beyond those vials of decadent pleasures.
And something else. Midst all of this, we talked about home. How I missed San Diego… let’s just say..
TO BE CONTINUED…