For the love of my life...
I wake up in the morning, and you're not next to me. It's kind of weird, because normally I have to wake up and go to work before you stir. Even though you are normally sleeping, I appreciate the opportunity to put my arms around you... Rub myself against you... Thrust my nose into your hair and smell how delicious it is. My fingertips crave your nipples. The palms of my hand are addicted to cupping your breasts. I am addicted to you. Waking up in the morning and doing these things to you while you sleep ensures I start the day the best way possible.
On those rare occasions I'm not subtle enough to enjoy your body without waking you, we make love. Passionate, loving, caring. Soft, slow and gentle. The taste of your sweet pussy is the best way for me to prepare for a long day at work - away from you. The feeling of the little ridge of your clit against my tongue sticks in my mind all day long. It gives me something to look forward to when I come home. Come home to you...
I roll out of bed, take a sip of water, and move into the living room. Coffee, a cigarette and breakfast are calling me. I don't have too much time, only an hour or so until I have to go to work. I still can't see you. Strange... If you're not in the bedroom, the living room or the kitchen, it only leaves the bathroom. I won't go in there. I'd rather leave you in peace at some point.
I put the kettle on, spoon coffee and a sugar into a clean mug that I have pulled from the shelf in the kitchen. I take a look around me, and am amazed by how different my unit looks when you are here. It seems like you permeate the feel of my home. No... That's a mistake. This is OUR home now. Whenever you are here, indeed, whenever you aren't here, this is our home. The fact that you normally reside on the opposite side of the planet changes nothing. You are the love of my life. I won't be apart from you forever. A few years of heartache, being able to hold you a few months each year, is worth a lifetime of joy.
We've been together for almost a year now. Although our courtship began months before our relationship officially did. We had been communicating over the internet for months. I had a girlfriend in the meantime, but that didn't last long. She didn't mean anything to me. At the time I hadn't realised just how much you would mean to me. I started to think of you more than her, and that fling was over.
We chatted often, using AIM mostly. After a few months, we decided to speak on the phone. I remember how nervous you were. I remember how nervous I was... It was nerve-racking, but well worth it. Within minutes we had finished speaking, but that had broken the ice of that form of communication. I remember how proud I had felt after that first verbal contact.
Soon after, talking over the phone had become a daily operation. It was what I looked forward to each and every day. I would wake in the morning and wish I had just come home from work so we could talk. The time difference didn't change anything - working a night shift had finally paid off for me.
I first went to visit you in your country. We had planned the visit for months, and you felt comfortable enough to stay in a unit with me. You did the hard work - searching for somewhere to stay that would afford us privacy, and would be affordable. You certainly did a good job. I had the time of my life there. Everything was new to me. I had never made love before. I had only had sex. You were my first experience at tenderness and the mix of love and sex. It is something I will never give up.
You came here for the first time a few months later. I had missed you like crazy. I didn't know emotions could get that strong. They can. I am living proof. The greatest feeling, though, is that I know you feel the same way. There is comfort in that that I can't describe. Knowing this is true love makes me smile more than I ever have. It has given me confidence I never had before. Saying I wasn't a confident person would be a lie, but this is a new level of confidence.
I cleaned my unit for hours the night before you arrived at the airport. I didn't want you to arrive to a mess after spending over a day on a plane. I was proud of what I had managed to do. This is your home too.
I have half finished my coffee and cigarette and still have seen nothing of you. To be honest I wasn't even thinking of where you could be or what you were doing. I had been too busy reminiscing.
It suddenly occurs to me that you left yesterday. You aren't in the bathroom. You aren't in any room of the unit. You are on a plane on the way home - back to Europe. The routine of life. Parent. Brother. School. Friends. Things that I never want to replace, but will try to. The last thing I would want is for you to not want top stay with me here. I won't be able to leave this country for a few years. I don't want to be without you.
The colour of the paint on the walls doesn't seem quite so white anymore. Shadows seem to overcome the unit. The floor. The roof. The chair I am resting on. The coffee table, made of wood, covered in TV guides, a magazine, a thick glass ashtray, my tobacco pouch, Zippo lighter, and coffee mug. I see your photo. My eyes are suddenly moist. I'm not crying... I must have something irritating my eyes.
I think about you. Your naked flesh. How smooth it is. It's taste. Your taste. Your smell. Your eyes looking up at me while you gently take my dick into your mouth. The feeling of your tongue as it massages me, while your lips press firmly against my sensitive flesh, moving up and down the shaft ever so slowly. You know how to please me - how to make every nerve within my body stand on end screaming for more. Make my skin tingle with anticipation of the pleasure I know you will give me. You have been a fast learner, and seem to know exactly what makes me tick.