Almost a year and a half ago a man sent me a private message on FetLife complimenting my eyes. He was witty and charming, and his approach was a far cry from the usual you’re hot notes I was accustomed to receiving. His words had my kinky senses tingling, and as luck would have it, he would soon be traveling my way. Our emails quickly graduated to phone calls and text messages, hundreds of them in a matter of days. He wanted to know everything about me and I found myself wanting to share myself with him, which was very much out of character for me. He was smart and respectful and not once did he suggest I send him a naked selfie, but I did it anyway because NAKED SELFIE. I wasn’t naive, though. I knew his desire to see past my hardened exterior into my soul translated loosely into I want to fuck your brains out. And boy did he.
Mr. K and I weren’t thinking in terms of a relationship when our flirtation began. Our primary focus was hot sex. Mind-blowing, however, was unexpected. We connected on a level neither of us had experienced before and like withdrawals from a highly addictive drug, we were jonesing for more. He changed everything I thought I knew about myself sexually, encouraging me to allow the dominant to emerge from within, and when the feelings happened we found ourselves barreling toward a full-blown long distance relationship.
I’d be lying if I said there aren’t times when the miles separating us don’t suck old, wrinkly balls. There are plenty, but I’ve learned to manage them because I’m super tough. And because I carry a life-size cardboard cutout of him around the house, which kind of freaks my kids out, but whatever.
I miss the hell out of Mr. K every day and I confess some days are harder than others, but our constant communication makes the distance easier to tolerate. He can’t always dedicate time to me during the day and that’s okay, but that doesn’t stop me from texting him thoughts, happenings, and of course, XO’s whenever they strike me. I know he’ll read them when he has a moment to breathe. I also know there are a lot of nights he lays in bed asking about my day even though he can barely hold his eyes open. And he always tells me goodnight regardless of how exhausted he is, because he knows it’s important to me. It’s like he said: our communication makes it seem as if we’re always together, and that there’s no one like you, I can’t wait for the nights with you. Wait, maybe that last part was the Scorpions.
Anyway, we spend a lot of time sharing fantasies we have every intention of bringing to life when we’re together again, the anticipation of kinky sex building to a crescendo as our visits draw near. But things don’t always go according to plan in the mad rush to get naked and feel the closeness we’ve missed so much. Golden showers don’t always work out due to my bladder’s performance anxiety issues and unless I start wearing my strap-on under my pants… Hmmm, now there’s an idea. My point is, we conjure up many sexy fantasies, but sometimes just being together without the toys and power exchange is what we really need.
Long distance relationships take a lot of work and communication to keep them from going stale. They’re not for everyone. And even with a partner who puts in just as much effort as you, there are times you’ll want to pull your hair out. Assuming you have hair. But now that I think about it, that’s the case with any type of relationship. Am I right? Yes, it may be slightly unconventional, but our relationship works for us. Even the distance. It gives us the space we need to focus on our daily responsibilities, but we grab every moment we can to talk, tease and masturbate. And when he tells me at midnight I owe him a photograph, you can bet your sweet ass I’ll spring from bed, trip over my laptop charger, do a quick mirror check, rip off my tank top, jump back into bed and take at least three naked selfies to get a halfway decent one. Lying down, of course, because everything looks better from above.
Would love to see those naked selfies!
Ha ha! Behave, you.
I can understand as all my sensual friends are thousands of miles away. Pity for a middle aged person living in India sex or sensuality are taboo,unless they are married and live with their wives. Well written
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Long distance relationships can be challenging in between visits. For myself and Mr. K, the communication is what makes it work.
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