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I want to tell you about the actual sex with Carl, the Sex Connoisseur. And about how hard it was leaving him.
I also want to tell you about Sam. About how wonderful he is. About the time he tied me up and used his magic wand on me.
Yeah, you keep pretending THAT’S what you use the Magic Wand for.
About the time we nearly got arrested for fucking in a parking lot. About the awesome threesome we had with an old friend of mine I have been wanting to fuck for years. About how on Saturday night he made me finger myself til I came, next to him in his car while on a busy highway. About how he has the nicest cum I’ve ever tasted, which he attributes to being vegan. About how we tried anal yesterday, and it was the first time for me. And it was awesome. About how he reached out and held my hand throughout the entire 2 and a half hours of Django Unchained. About how he strokes my hair back and whispers, “Hey Gorgeous.”
And I will. But right now I can’t.
You see, I actually miss Carl. A good friend, a great lover, and someone I have feelings for.
And I have – somehow in the space of only one month – fallen in love with Sam. Now I have always had a soft tell-tale heart that I wear on my sleeve. I have always grown attached to people fast. But God, this was a whole new experience for me. I don’t just want to fuck Sam all the time (although I do want to fuck him. A LOT!). I want to spend all my time with him. And it’s terrifying. Not only because of the intensity of the feelings. But because he is fucking leaving town! Sam is about to start a post-doc at a University in City of Many Lights, over a 1000km away from me. I always knew this. I knew this before we even met in person. But I had no idea how quickly we would fall for each other.
I said goodbye to him yesterday. His flight leaves tomorrow. We are going to do the long-distance thing. He called me his girlfriend in passing for the first time on Friday night, which meant a lot to me, and he has promised to visit as often as he can. But seeing as how neither our arms nor genitalia stretch that far, it will be weeks, maybe months before I get to hold him again, have sneaky exciting sex with him again, make love to him again, have him hold my hand in a movie again. And my heart hurts.
Ron has gotten an office 8:30 to 5 job. Which is great because it means we can move out soon. But it means that he left for work this morning, and I’ll be alone for the rest of the day. And so currently, my days look as follows:
5am to 7am: Get woken up to be loved by either a small child or a cat.
7am: Try to go back to sleep. Think about Sam. Decide to message Sam.
7:01am: Realise it is 7 fucking AM and Sam will be asleep.
7:30am: Give up on trying to sleep, decide I have to work and be productive.
7:31am: Go on Facebook/Wordpress/OKcupid instead.
9am: Realise it is time to get the hell off Facebook/Wordpress/OKcupid.
9:10am – 12pm: Look for jobs to apply for. Realise that 95 percent of them demand at least 3 to 5 years experience, and the other 5 percent are unpaid internships.
12pm – 12:30pm: Mope about being unemployed. Find someone nearby to complain to. Message Sam. Decide it is time to cook healthy food.
12:30pm – 2pm: Go back onto Facebook instead.
2pm: Decide to go out for lunch.
2:01pm: Realise I have no money. Consider messaging Sam again. Reject the idea, as don’t want to come off as needy and crazy.
2:02pm: Decide I am too lazy to make food. Eat chips I had hidden in the room instead.
2:05pm: Sing along to the Les Mis soundtrack. Cry.
2:10pm: Decide I want to hang out with people. Realise all my friends have jobs and/or are busy.
2:11pm: Decide to work on my playscript/blog.
2:15pm: Realise I am too depressed to write comedy and/or erotica.
2:16pm: Have an amazing idea to write a tragedy about an unemployed theatre-maker/erotic blog writer.
2:20pm: Realise no one wants to watch that, scrap that idea. Go to have short nap. Dream about Sam.
6pm: Wake up ridiculously horny. Have slept all afternoon and done nothing productive. Decide to make healthy supper. Harass Ron, who is exhausted from work, to spend time with me.
6:30pm: Get distracted by porn (only if there are no small children around. Otherwise I just have to deal with the horniness) and Facebook. Eat grapes for supper instead.
7pm – 11pm: Play Civilisation 5/Monopoly Tycoon. Make self feel better by saying they are stimulating strategy games, and clearly good for my brain.
11:05pm: Feel exhausted, go to bed.
11:05pm – 1am: Lie awake panicking about life. Tells brain to go to sleep. Brain says, “Haha no!”
2am: Finally fall asleep.
3:30am: Woken by a legion of mosquitoes.
3:40am: Have what appear to be excellent creative ideas, reminds self to write them down when I wake up.
3:50am: Fall asleep, and forget them.
Repeat.
Today I deviated slightly from the routine to watch my tiniest cat chase and eat bugs for twenty minutes. Riveting. Anything to take my mind off of Sam and how much I miss him already. It’s been a whole one day.
Growl,
Lady Taylor
Overshare: The Blog 
Good luck to Sam, and of course to you both – to manage the long distance thing. I was overseas, my husband was not my husband at the time, my poly partner of 14 was back home as well, and I was impressed with their suggestions of using technology to its advantage: nope, not the same as in the flesh but when flesh did connect again it was pretty electric. I am a sucker for random cards in the mail, care packages with little gifts: a racy photo, panties or something I made them.
Still I know how you feel, missing a partner that is just out of reach – my best to you xXX
Haha, yeah I made him a pair of fingerless gloves to take with him. I know it’s the middle of fucking summer, but it’s gotta be cold at some point, right?
He has suggested sexy Skype sessions, which I’m sure will be fun. There’s just something about being around him physically though. It’s hard to explain his aura of energy and awesomeness.
Glad to hear that you made it work. Gives me hope 🙂