So here’s the thing, the day the lockdown was announced March 23rd. My partner and I, who do not live together, had only touched on the subject a few times. But that fateful evening 7pm ish, my life changed as did everyone’s. My partner and I had never ever spoken on the phone. It was the weirdest experience ever. We both said so, neither of us sounded like each other. Decision made, off I drive to collect him and all his stuff. Now he is a planner and loves a zombie/apocalypse film so prepared was the order of the day. But standing in his house it was blind panic and feelings of such devastation really. Was I asking him to leave his life to come to mine? Plants were swiftly scooped up, the orchid I bought him for his birthday cradled in my arms in the passenger seat as he took charge and drove us back to mine/now his house for the foreseeable future.
It was a tense evening. Not knowing if the decision was necessary or right.
Well 12 weeks on I can report on it, all of it. Maybe you will only want to hear about the sex tho? Hmmmm.
Well it’s fair to say I have and still am finding this a total head fuck. I enjoy people the most, that’s what I do. My jobs are all about people, so this has been very hard to not see folk. Plus my 3rd and most incredible love of my life job is gone for who knows how long in theatres and well it’s breaking my heart daily.
I have learnt lots about myself, how to be still, sit watch a film, learn some German on Duolingo, got pretty fit thank you Davina and YouTube Popsugar dance stuff, time to read finally, time to learn how to actually play Wii games! New games bought and learnt Carcassonne and Kingdomino. Turns out I’m not bad at all at strategy games. I’ve learnt a lot of IT stuff from working at home, as much as I hate it with a passion, I’m lucky to have jobs and it’s good to learn. Baked loads of new cakes and planted a lot of veg which is all growing. Walked approx 44 miles each month so Google tells me.
Today Sunday June 14 it’s finally legal and ok for my partner to be in his own house and us to be a couple still, with staying over. So his stuff is packed and home he’s gone. I think the cat is missing him so much she has not stopped meowing since I came home. I feel her pain. What will it be like now, no help with the tea and the washing up! No kisses all day long.
Daily I’d say we have had sex at least twice. It’s really good to know at no time did it dip or drop off over all these weeks we both wanted each other more than normal I’d say. I will miss the mornings the most waking up to his hard on pressed against my back, as I slowly turn and sleepily open my eyes to the mischief that I love so much. Tuning into his horniness and feeling tingles shooting around my body. Wanting him there and then, some days that’s exactly what we did, the feeling of fullness when you are barely awake fitting tightly inside, the feelings as he moves slowly at first then faster, almost unbelievable to be feeling my orgasm build so fast and cumming without any warning. I’ve grown so used to this morning love that without it I’m not sure what waking up will be like. I’m arming myself with the Satisfyer Pro and Doxy by the bed just in case and my trusty glass dildo.
Evening sex has been equally delicious, often staying up too late, most definitely drinking far too much wine but absolute determination from both of us to fuck. Lots of cock sucking. I adore the sounds I can get from him when I take his cock in my mouth, I know every single inch and can swirl my tongue in just the right place to hear a sigh or a gasp. I also know when my head will be stopped because he wants me, riding him now. Slowly I’ll oblige and sit myself down on him. Knowing as we both do to go slow, I often can’t maintain slow for too long. Because I want him hard and fast and deep and I want to cum and I want him to be forever inside me. It’s a feeling that nothing can compare to. Often he will flip me onto my back to make it last longer, depending on how tired we are and there I will cum so hard as he grinds against my clit with his cock. I’ll try to be quiet but fail. When he cums he will fall against me and we will squeeze each other like our lives depend on it. What will I do tonight? I have no squease. It’s just me and the cat. More adjustments, I hope when we see each other on Tuesday it will be fireworks as we spark off each other eager to have all of those missed fucks right now.