Soon....

So, I haven't written in several weeks, with relatively good reason. My libido has been at war with itself, it would seem.

Part of it is dying to ravage Tau's body, whereas the other part is just so damn tired of the distance.

It was almost six years ago the first time I had phone sex. I love the feeling of sliding my hand over my breasts, down my stomach, and in between my thighs as my 'lover' whispers how badly he wants to touch me; taste me; fill me.

Honestly, there have been many times I'd have taken my hand, my vibrator, and a sexy voice over the real thing.

But with him? It just doesn't cut it.

Don't get me wrong...when it comes to phone / Skype sex, he is by far the best yet. I cum, and cum, and cum some more under his orders. I have never felt anything quite so wonderful as the mental love we make.

Nor have I ever felt anything quite so painful as the longing to truly be in his arms.

I consider myself a professional at long-distance relationships. They have formed the better part of my love life since I was 13 years old. Even DragonFlyy, who I've lived with since I was 16, started out long distance.

I'm good at distance. It sucks, but it doesn't bother me too badly.

The worst, until now, was my ex-girlfriend / best friend, Muffin. We were best friends for four years before we finally met this past September, and while the distance always sucked, when she pulled out of my driveway, as hard as I tried, I could not stop sobbing hysterically. For months, it was excruciatingly painful until I got to a point that I just blocked it out and pulled away from her. (Note: She doesn't know that's why I pulled away, and I'll probably never admit it.)

But I can't pull away from him.....he and I don't have years of history and understanding like Muffin & I do. If I pull away from him -- it means losing him.

And so, for months, I've felt the greatest sense of longing that I have ever known. And I admit, in a way, it feels like it would never end.

But it's ending. In less than 24 hours, he'll be in my arms.

Finally, I can start writing about the good stuff.