Goodbye

That final night together before He left town was bittersweat. We both knew we had to cram as much as we could into the time we had left together. There wasn't all that much that I would label as bdsm, but just the general nature of us together seems to have a touch of that in it. There is always hair pulling, biting, a spanking, and often a bit of breath play involved.

There are so many parts of that night that are simply memories of a sensation, whispered words, a sound, encouragements. I find it all rather difficult to write about actually. It was all incredibly emotion filled, and of course at the end, my final orgasm reduced me to tears. I don't know if He was aware or not, but I know He was incredibly gentle then.

It had been an emotion packed week really. There were so many misunderstandings, arguements, hurt feelings, happy moments, sweet and endearing moments. Everyone was emotionally on edge, but none any more than He was. I can't imagine what He went through, trying to juggle time with everyone and meet everyone's needs and desires. Poor guy, I know He felt like He failed everyone. I wonder if He got His needs and desires met at all?

For the next 45 days, I am left with nothing but memories, fantasies, and dreams. I will get the occasional phone call and hopefully some email, but none of those fantastic touches. I won't be feeling those magical hands touching me for over a month. I hope to have a few surprises in store for Him when He gets back.