Thursday, September 22, 2011

Here we go...

Back on the bus again... this time with an arse full of cum. It was a parting gift from Him. A little reminder if you will. Apart from that this will probably not be a good day.

We have been together every minute (well apart from the hospital visit) of the last two weeks. Now we are ripped apart again and it will be miserable. See we have this hinky little chemical bond... call it love, call it pheromones. That chemical bond, for want of a better term, is probably why we are still madly deeply, passionately attached to each other. Without our fix we start to crash and cycle through a mildly depressive state. One that grows more pronounced the longer we are separated.

You read about people that pine away after the death of their loved one. That will be us... we will be those people. It was bad enough when He went to America. No amount of chatting online or on the phone helped make it better. If anything it was worse.

A few members of our group are currently separated by work commitments. Honestly one doesn't know how they do/ did it. For us there simply isn't enough money to make that kind of agony worthwhile. It's bad enough to have to pony up for the 26 odd hours a week as it is. Hell at this stage contemplating eight hours plus travel time is bad enough L


? said...

Awww. I'm sorry you're going to miss him. I know how it is.

I feel incredibly pathetic about how much I miss him (or really, how much we miss each other-- it's so weird accepting that he loves me as much as I love him!) when he's not around. We're joined at the hip. He won't even go to the grocery store alone if I'm there to go with him. We pine for each other when one of us is away at work. I can't imagine how I will ever live after he passes. I hope it's a long time from now.

I don't know how the others do it either. They are made of some pretty strong stuff.

Dina said...


And with that leg, too--I don't know how you'll manage a full work day.

Storm said...

Ooh, after spending all kinds of time together time apart is even worse than usual.

If it makes you feel better, you aren't alone (seeing as how misery loves company so much-- I'm just usually the misery, not the company lol), Alpha's working ten day weeks this month. Now if only it hadn't been so long since He had work and I could really complain about it without feeling like a bitch...