R Returns Again

Yes, my darlings, R has been away, as is his wont.

And he will, unfortunately be away for about a year.

This saddens me greatly because if I were to choose ONE, surely it would be R.

He is the embodiment of all fantasy-and when I'm with him I feel connected, as if I belong to him in a meaningful way.

However, I am not one to pine. You know that.

So I wrote this:

Impracticalities

Jealous, the monster

rises, irritable and

sleepy. Born of lust

crystalline fog of

true love conceded, it burns

hot, blood boiling green.

The sickness takes hold

hearts rip fast asundering

outmoded notions

Love has its own ends

biological hot flares

painful unattended

I want you to live

opportunities unmissed

Forgive me for this.

The pull of great love

yet separated, is not

satisfactory.

And yet I long for

your company alone for

days on end. Pretend

we have all the world

and time to spend in a room

give me this, just once.

And let us collude

that jealousy not intrude

and thusly arrange

an agreement. we

can with honor live alone

heart beating for one.

And so, he told me what he wants me to wear (something with cleavage!) and that he would like to watch me eating strawberries. And that he is looking forward to getting my lipstick on his lips. And on his cock.

So without further ado:

He collected me around 2pm. I wore a light summer dress, see thru with sandals. No panties.

My breasts spilled out of my bra and nearly into his waiting hands.

"Hilda," he kissed me as I got into the car.

"Hello, R, darling. I've missed you," I kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

"And I have missed you," he put the car in drive-and we were off!

When we got to the hotel, the hotel that we know so well, we sat in our usual booth.

"Something with pineapple," I told the waiter.

"Strawberries," he said, "bring us a bowl of strawberries. Oh. And stuffed mushrooms," he paused, "and I'll have a Jack and Coke(TM)."

When the waiter returned, I was practically in his lap with my shoes off. R had not yet discovered that I was pantiless.

I took a sip of the drink and ate the pineapple garnish, "Delicious!" I exclaimed.

"You're delicious," he countered, sipping his drink.

We kissed and he put his hand on my bottom.

"Hilda!"

"What?"

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "You're not wearing any panties!"

"Lo se," I said.

He ran his hand up my leg and lightly touched my vulva, and then ran his finger down to my slit.

"You're so wet," he raised his finger to his lips and licked it, "and so good."

"I don't think you're going to quite make it to the elevator," I told him. "So you're going to have to think of dead puppies."

When we had finished eating and drinking we went up to the elevator, R strategically placing his luggage in front of himself. He had tried to think of dead puppies-and failed abysmally.

When we reached the room, he picked me up and carried me over the threshold, along with the luggage.

"R! Put me down," I said.

"I will." He threw me on the bed and began taking off his clothes as if he was afraid they'd disintegrate if he didn't get them off right away. "I want you, so bad," he said, lying down and placing me on top of him.

I leaned down and gave his cock a quick suck. He was ready to go, so I waddled up and got on top of him-and slide dooooown. And then, I began to move up and down and around. But he couldn't take it for very long. He had to be on top. Without missing a beat, he turned me over so that he was on top, his big cock moving in and out of me and then, bam! He came.

He held me fast. For a few minutes, time had stopped.

And then he threw me in the shower, bathed me and brought me back to bed, completely swaddled in towels.

"Now I have to taste you."

And he did. Making me scream, over and over.

And, by this time, he was hard again.

And we fucked until we fell asleep.

It was the middle of the night, and I felt his hands on my breasts. He was running his tongue over them, sucking them and then he ran his hands over my thighs and licked them, until I could stand it no more and he was eating me. And then fucking me.

We did it again in the morning.

I think I love him.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson