In fact if it hadn't been for the problem that one was in
beautiful devastated downtown Christchurch one might have contemplated staying
there... indefinitely. Besides one had to come home... He was waiting patiently
at the airport. Some little instinct says that making Him come to get one
probably wouldn't end well... that's probably an understatement. Peers around
and whispers the man is completely unreasonable at times.
To be honest though by the last leg of the journey all one
wanted was to see Him, have a hot shower and sex... and sleep. This trip has
been done with an average of five hours sleep a night... well morning to be
precise. It had also been done with no contact with Him... something that was a
special kind of hell in its own right. And with that in mind one emerged for
customs and immigration far happier than most travellers...
After we had prised ourselves off each other, all the while feverently
vowing that this will never happen again... He said even if he has to put a
leash through the collar... we headed home to fall through the door, weary with
fatigue (He had just finished work), shower and go to bed to reconnect the only
way we know how...
That is to say we had glorious sex... lots and lots of
sex...perhaps a bit too much of it. Actually as He came for a second time,
buried deep in ones arse, one did pass the comment that is going to hurt. And
there are probably more bruises and a nipple might need to be reattached...
Needless to say He amused himself for the rest of the
evening aggressing those spots at every opportunity
Fuck it is good to be home J
1 comment:
Welcome back! Sounds like a great reunion with him.
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